Family Tie-Family Die-Family Love-Bad Blood
You shoot me then blame me for pointing the gun.
You stab me then insist that I carve the meat.
You drown me but expect me to breathe
You spit on my memory then ask it to forgive.
You want control of my life or you don't want me to live.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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