Ave Maria

..and so, my mother's godchild-turned-femme-lover, prior to the death of our last griot, long before the advent of papyrus, .. before we were taught to sing Ave Maria, a woman's lips was the entrance to our lower temple; they were the birds that flew Dzo-gbe-se-lisa's Word across the lands above the sky's below below where all men who kowtow must bow but ferrymen came from paper farms afar, and preyed on our birds as we prayed; the very birds that send our prayers in their tweets to Sogbolisa so now, though you pray, though you may seek, seek very hard, you shall never find these truths in any Gospel: in the beginning was not the Word; in the Word was the beginning

..and also,

my mother's godchild-turned-femme-lover,

what lies between your thighs is a man's Genesis,

so how dare you deprive a godson of scripture!