How many?

How many?

I am not sure how many lives have to be lost
How many black men have to be murdered
How many children are left fatherless
How many mothers have to bury their sons
How many wives become widows
How many sisters lose brothers
How many brothers lose brothers
How many hashtags created
How many times you have to witness injustice right in front of you
How many times you have to witness murders of black human beings caught on tape
Before you decide...Before this world decides
Enough is enough
Actually
This is too much
This isn't right
This isn't justice
Why are 'they' killing just us?
I am not sure how many words
Because there are not enough words
To ease the pain
or provide any sort of comfort or solace
Because there is no way to explain
Your existence...
It is invaluable
But yet in you 'they' see no value
How many times
Must these actions be protested
Must we see these images seared into our minds
Branding our spirits with the consciousness of our skin color
Vile Images of lives lost because of
What?
A cd?
A taillight?
A bag of skittles?
A cigarette?
A breath?
How many times must this world
Mock the melanin I am in while coveting that very same skin?
I am not sure how many lives have to be lost
How many black men have to be murdered
How many children are left fatherless
How many mothers have to bury their sons
How many wives become widows
How many sisters lose brothers
How many brothers lose brothers
How many more hashtags have to be created
Before it is enough
Before it is too much
Before we loose count
Before we loose our humanity
Before we loose our breath
How many breaths do we have left to loose?
How many lives....