I had a relationship with four white walls. They were holding me back from freedom. I was 15 years old and 17 weeks pregnant. I was about to learn about the injustice and indignity that the “justice” system could make a person endure. My father, my closest family member, came to visit every week. There was only one thing to talk about, which was my pregnancy. We had talked for hours about…

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