It's a story about a quiet, queenly woman who never looked away, a tale to tear the heart of a mother, daughter and the Blacks with slave ancestors.
Here are the fragments of the sad song by Tony Morrison:
A man was nothing but a man. They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely that was, they studied your scars and tribulations, after which they did what he had done: ran her children out and tore up the house.
The best thing was to love just a little bit; everything, just a little bit, so when they broke its back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, maybe you’d have a little love left over for the next one.