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Never want my kids to see what I have seen
Little girls dreams broken at the seams
They say kids don’t remember the bad things
My childhood is made up of the sad songs that people sing
Grew up in a trailer
Mommy and daddy cursed just like the sailors
They would drink until they got drunk
Their marriage wasn’t bliss
It was far from what I wished
It wasn’t like the fairy tales that always had  a happy ending
In fact it needed lots of mending
As  a little girl I thought it was the trailer
Things were always good until we got home 
Never want my kids to witness the obscene things that I have seen
Having  mommy and a daddy treat one another like bitter enemies
Childhood memories turned into horrid dreams
“Stop the fighting” as a little girl I would scream
I would sneak into to brothers room in the middle of the night
Hide under the blankets to try and block out mommy and daddy’s fight
Praying for a way to make things right
Family would talk about me and how I was mean  
But they didn’t know the things I was seeing
No one knew I had a front row seat to the battle
And it was making simple emotions hard to handle.
Mommy and daddy got divorced in 1993
What was once a marriage had now become debris
But it was better this way you see
Me and my brother had been finally set free
Me not knowing brother would soon leave 
I could not believe he would leave me all alone
To face the world on my own
He protected me from all the bad things 
Now where would I go when I had bad dreams.
I pushed through as I grew pretended I had a clue what life was all about
Ended up pregnant and had my daughter
From a chump who will never deserve to be called her father
But its okay it was meant to be that way
So my childhood love could swoop in and save the day
Just like I prayed
yeah I admit my past has ****ed with me
but most importantly
it taught me
that this is not how I will raise my family to ever be
and I can promise they will never see
What I have seen
No broken home and obscenities.
I will raise my family right my children won’t witness
My husband and I fight.

Written by: Tiffany Chavez 6/18/10
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