Fortune's Bones Quotes

“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)”
― Marilyn Nelson, Fortune's Bones: The Manumission Requiem