But you were 13 yesterday

And now you come home at 12

Smeared mascara 

Red lipstick

Left with a sweet goodbye then 

Came back with sins you knew were sins in this 

household

yesterday 

You pulled my hair and bit my face 

and cried until mom pulled you away 

Took the top bunk and we played princesses and now

you look at yourself with self-lust and greed and desire and 

your eyes mean something