What is the price of a life?
It seems like we’ve paid
Our deaths too egregious to mourn
Our pain promptly processed & posted for commentary
We tried curling into ourselves to give you space
Our submission became your saving grace
I doubt there will be the day we decide
To take back everything you’ve stolen from us
Fore’ we were forged in the midst of toil
Lived in the midst of toil
Thrived in the midst of toil
And our hearts know no language
Other than mercy
But we weren’t born to be BREAKING NEWS
So be honest
How many of our souls
will suffice to fill your belly?
Are you so hollow
that you must swallow
the futures of our brothers & sisters
to fend off the hunger?
Do you know yourself
when you see glimpses of your reflection
in the puddles of our people’s blood?
I pray the salt of our mother’s midnight tears
is enough to cleanse the blackness of your hearts
That their howls
evoking images of the “gone too soon”
Haunt your every waking moment
that you wake up in the middle of the night
drenched in cold regret
overwhelmed by the insatiable numbness that comes with great loss