We have long stopped caring about the alphabet
what makes a letter more special than another, but its order?
I was born under the letter A, Alif, I call it in my mother-tongue
an alpha, a first letter, a significance and a resonance
it takes a while getting used to other letters;
how they curve around you like an artificial tongue
you are the letter R, for words borrowed
like this what we share a Rueda
a circle is a Rueda, a wheel is a Rueda
a rounding of stomping feet and glared screams is a Rueda
Rueda is when you offer me a hand
then close it off with another form of a crooked smile
Rueda is when I cannot be a mystery
but I can have enough freedom in me to dispel
myths about round wheels and their harbingers
not doom, not gloom but a wave of sound and motion
an intention to receiving, loved once
rejected for reasons above the waist and below the chest
Rueda is three claps, five couples
ten stomping feet and a free-beat music
R is for Rueda
like A is for the start of this alphabet.
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