We stood in a ring throwing our best blows
And I was used to the two-punch combo
But wasn’t prepared for the knockout-
What would throw off all sense of balance.
I knew the two steps- dancing with a little speed
Only to miss the right hook.
Waking up with a black-eye and seeing two-
Enlightenment hitting all too hard and all at once.
I had to start training. I needed to be one step ahead.
Learning uppercuts and combos –
Move my feet faster cause next time had
To be a final blow. It had to be aiming for the kill.
Anger was fueling the rage that would leave no mercy.