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Matanzas, Cuba
CECILIAI
I remember a wide river
and gray parrots with patches of red feathers
flashing across the African sky
like traveling stars
or Cuban fireflies.
In the silence of night
I still hear my mother wailing,
and I see my fathers eyes
refusing to meet mine.
I was eight, plenty old enough
to understand that my father was haggling
with a wandering slave trader,
agreeing to exchange me
for a stolen cow.Spanish sea captains and Arab merchants
are not the only men
who think of girls
as livestock.
Excerpted from The Firefly Letters by .
Copyright © 2010 by Margarita Engle.
Published in 2010 by Henry Holt and Company.
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