Bang Bang Poem by Ima Ryma

When I was five and he was six
I was his baby, he was mine.
And all the fights we had, we'd fix,
Destined together by design.
When he dropped out of high school, he
Said I had no future with him.
He left for parts unknown to me.
I found love elsewhere on a whim.
But then my baby did return,
Came to church on my wedding day.
Within him such a rage did burn.
I tried to calm him, but no way.

In the aisle in my wedding gown,
Bang, bang, my baby shot me down.