Legends of the Women of Duvergé #134

By Michelle Garcia Fresco

April 20, 2021


My great grandmother Tata


is not remembered for her kindness

just for the way she left

knives in legs of men

who owed her

money.


The men in my family never live long

enough to be remembered

as anything other than

victims.


It is said the women of Duvergé are brujas

who bury their husbands

in the ashes of their

alchemy.


That the women of my family

cast spells in silence

as they serenade their childrens’ spirits

asleep.


My eyes are as dirty as the water,

sit on the edge of a sea

of brown that are

my ancestors’

bodies.


Are muddled in centuries

of cries that can conjure a

curse.



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