(the wind... the wind...)      Sister sits on the steps   Cigarette rests on fingertips   Takes a sip of slow death deathly through her lips,   She blows a kiss   Which I can only resist in vain   She got the gift of gravity pulling to ask her name   She says Sagaba   What's it mean - she says in Ilocano   it translates into suffering   I'm pondering the irony to conjure up the fearlessness to find a conversation   She offers me a square, I decline the invitation   It reminds me of the days when I would chain smoke   Broken with no hope   Like broken like the manner she spoke   We both   Two people seeking   Solace and remembrance   And wondering if miracles were meant for us   But intent was just an innocent thought between a sister and a brother   Who been building in the guidance of a mother   And the storyteller stops   Waiting for the beat to drop   Gathering his thoughts in the wind, breathing in like...      Now   I couldn't stand to see the queen breathe her dreams away   And tell me her tomorrow will never become today   I say I used to know a woman just like you,   Beautiful but jaded by the multitude of men who'd often try to   Justify their lies with twisted notions of survival   And hide behind their armor when karma completes a cycle   She replied   That just because I knew a woman well it doesn't mean I know them all   She begins to bade farewell   Eyes up to the sky, she sighs, I need nobody   True indeed, sister, but you still need everybody because   We hardly know ourselves if we know nobody else   And only in our loneliness can home become a hell   Exhale   The cloud in the loudest form of silence   Watches as it rises like suns over horizons   The storyteller stops   Waiting for the beat to drop   Gathering his thoughts in the cloud, breathing out like...      Dreams be the ashes   Burns and thrashing in the wind   Flying out the burning bush attached to sister's hand   Who whispers “word”   Smiling and giving thanks, living in doubt no longer   As she figures out the riddle to the song   Saying why must we suffer now and not suffer later if later   Never comes soon enough to soothe the hatred   And hatred   Is the cancer born _ of love's absence   And the absence is the void left from missing every chance to   Challenge our fates and perhaps our very names   Sister says peace and prayers for rain and change   Tosses out her lighter   Walks out of the cipher   For shizzle it starts to drizzle and then I begin to write this   Inhale the imagery – a queen walking steadily   Effortlessly   Ready to be   Every woman and now the   Story teller ends   Waiting for the beat to fade   Gathering his thought near the edge of the day like...