Amy Fifita Poems

Crying of blood not of tears,
Just let it out.
Blood is spilt, but no one’s dead,
This is your cry.
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Is capital punishment justice or is it revenge?
This is the question that I want to defend.
Is it really justice if you have to kill someone?
Or is the killing of a being just for your fun?
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Many children are ignorant
To the pain in the world.
Some know pain but most don't
still continuing to laugh and play.
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It's not like I'm asking you the one millionth number in pi,
I just need you to answer my simple question: Why?
Why did you leave me alone in the dark?
Why did you leave my mum with your mark?
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Cry it out,
Don't blleed it out
Dont slash at your flesh.
But I'm too late,
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If you work in capital punishment what does that make you?
If you kill a murderer I think that’s murder too.
If you hurt some one would you expect it to be returned?
But from your point of view that hurt would have been earned.
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My whole life stood at my feet,
And i just stomped on it;
Squishing all my hopes, my dreams,
Destroying what i had done good for.
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Don't you trust me,
Don't you dare.
You'll soon see,
That you shouldn't have cared.
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Death's fortress made of ash
Cemented by blood
Floats from captured spirits
Unforgiving for mistakes
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Sharply slicing through my skin,
Waiting for blood to begin.
Overpowered by my past,
How will this depression last?
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