detroit church girl, she made this world bow she is my mama my auntie Mizz Hattie down the street she worked her ass off and when you needed her she stopped and picked you up detroit church girl we renamed Queen she gave us ourselves in big lights and ball gowns told us to stop…
how do you bury god?
She created me. You see.
She created me. Writing me on paper between cardboard covers. She made me real.