2. Anaphora
You're an innocent child witnessing domestic abuse...
Blue = Pops
Pink = Moms
Green = Police
It's bout time to get some shut eye, Gotta be Roun' ten thirty now -
Ears open to my Parents voices,
What.. Why....,
Calm down we took wordy vows? -
We wouldn't argue with children present,
You fucked up big time on the rill' tip -
Moms started weepin' an' that's when.., Her tone increased,
Now you rilly trip'in -
Me?, You got shit really twisted, How could you do that to one your own -
Don't front,
You know i'm correct on this,
We'd be better off alone -
Ten seconds later I heard the glasses exploding, Like every night it stay's constant -
Shit was getting crazy roun' my door, Contemplating should i come to a stance -
The sound of cold steel cocked back, A little frightend i've reached my decison -
Stood up quick, Walked to the door, In my leg led began to form incisions -
My voice began to scream out, Cry's of pain... Hit wit bullets not intended for me -
Son i'm sorry,
That wasn't intended for flesh, He walked out instead of standing by me -
The police arrived around ten minutes after, Asking questions like where has he gone -
2 days pass and no sign of my father, He showed looking raggy and his face was long -
I'm sorry son, You need to believe me, I didnt intend on shooting either of you -
The gun just went off, Don't do this to me, Just believe in me dude -
The police arrive taking my father in cuffs,
You have the right to remain silent.... -
The police told me what my father told them,
Your parents argued untill things got violent -
Your father said your mother planned on murdering you, So they can live more peacefull -
I soon started to realize the truth between words, The story is getting easier to see through -
My mother said "we would be better off alone", I didnt understand what this meant -
But it's coming together now, My father wasn't lying, Can we prove this on trial? -
When I got shot, My father cryed, But i thought i saw my mom smile -
The jury Reached a decison, My father would serve 3 years, But my mother was missing -
I was sent to a group home Untill my father got out, So I wasn't bitching -
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