Question

She watched the flame hiss up

And beat against the cheap old pot.

A wing of brightness

Against its blackened cheek.

This was the house she had been sent to

The man she had been bound to,

The man she had been born into

So when the kerosene was thrown

(just a moment of surprise,

A brilliant spark)

It was the only choice

That she had ever known

Another torch, blazing in the dark.

Another woman

We shield our faces from the heat.
What was the only choice left for her?​

Answer 1

Answer:

diago el Dorado quinceneara