Too young?

At 7, I shouldn’t have to learn my parents were divorced.

At 13, I shouldn’t have to wash the blood off my thighs.

At 14, I shouldn’t have to learn that first love doesn’t last.

At 15, I shouldn’t have to identify with suicide.

At 16, I shouldn’t have to learn to cut to relieve pain and anger.

At 17, I shouldn’t have to live by my own with a strange housemate.

At 21, I shouldn’t have to learn that boyfriends do steal from me.

At 23, I shouldn’t have to discover maternal grief.

And now, I shouldn’t have to find out my dad has cancer.