You know that heart felt tone
That one the goes through the skin and enters your bones
The one that makes your breath to cease
The one where your chest is heavy and an exhale you cannot release

Remember that day that all of us men do know
The day we heard our Mama cry and the heart attack within us it did bestow
That day we did what we should not have done
And it hurt her so deeply she cried many tears.. NO not just one

To hear her moan and that shrill that peaked the air
Oh my gawd.. it broke me down.. I wish I had not been there
Like nails on a chalk board and the message it did seek
It was the message that bad I had done, and bad now I shall reap

When a sista cries, notice how the world does stop and listen
For no sound has ever been heard, that one that you wish you were missin
They quiet down and listen as if Gabrials horn had been blown
Never more to hear a sound like that, such a screeching deftone

Now feel yourself as this writing holds you near
Feel the pain from the one that loved you unconditionally my dear
Feel the pain that is behind the sound
Remember to breath, again. And again as your knees hit the ground

What is this pain that we as men do reap..
on our sistas no doubt, the ones that in love and for love we do seek
Can you stand it, or do you have to dismiss yourself
This is what happens when in wrong you have dealt

But rest assure just as you are here, the crying will stop once more
For this is a sista, the very definition of strength and what we fail to live for
And as her weaping does decline to a sniffle and another tear
See your Mother, remember the pain that you brought here.

And then it happens, you feel apart of YOU does die
All because... you made a loving SISTA cry!

~Me