“Since she seen Fortune head in that big pot Miss Lydia say that room make her feel ill, sick with the thought of boiling human broth. I wonder how she think it make me feel? To dust the hands what use to stroke my breast; to dust the arms what hold me when I cried; to dust where his soft lips were and his chest what curved its warm against my back at night. From the poem "Dinah's Lament" (15)” Grief Book:Fortune's Bones: The Manumission Requiem Source: Fortune's Bones: The Manumission Requiem
“I had a lot of hatred, but I realized that kind of hate didn't do much. I had to start fueling myself with pride. We owe the ancestors that. So many of the souls who died in bondage just want us to recognize their struggle.” WantKindSoulHateStrugglePrideHatredDiedI RealizedAncestorBondageWant U Author:Marilyn Nelson
“Miracles happen all the time. We're here, aren't we?” HappensBlackMiracleBlack History Author:Marilyn Nelson
