Rudy

The first time

I heard a poem by

Rudy Francisco, I cried

This was not the first time

words not written for me had made me cry and it won’t be the last

But it was the first time

the words didn’t dance

to a beat

The first time

the words were missing

makeup and a monologue

The first time the words

weren’t from the one person

who knew me 9 months

before I knew myself

It was the first time I cried

because I felt that the words

were meant for me

and only me

Like Rudy somehow thought:

“You know who will need

to hear this one day? Solo”

The words took aim

straight to my heart

blood made of water and sweat

started to fall and I looked down

the message was a clean shot

the words left a hole

they made an impact

and from this, I learned

why he wrote them

why we write

why we do this

some words are strong enough

to move someone’s mountain

we hope that those words

will be ours

We write with the idea

that someone will need

our poems someday

They will attach their name to it

like it was crafted for them

and only them.