Once the Dream Begins by Yusef Komun Yakaa


I wish the bell saved you.

"Float like a butterfly

& sting like a bee."

Too bad you didn't

learn to disappear

before a left jab.

Fighting your way out of a clench,

you counter punched & bicycled

but it was already too late --

gray weather had started

shoving the sun into a corner.

"He didn't mess up my face."

But he was an iron hammer

against stone, as you

bobbed & weaved through hooks.

Now we strain to hear you.

Once the dream begins

to erase itself, can the

dissolve be stopped?

No more card tricks

for the TV cameras,

All. Please come back to us

sharp tongued & quick footed,

spinning out of the blurred

dance. Whoever said men

hit harder when women

are around, is right.

Word for word,

we beat the love

out of each other.