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Little Girl

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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Date: 12/15/2011 11:06:00 AM
Congratulations on your super placement in Olajide's contest Tiffany. Love, Carol
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