I WASHED THE DUST OF JESUS FROM MY SOUL

For: Dolly Patin




Where do I begin this tale, a tale so oftened remember, but never told.


Let me start with my granmother's bible, given to me when I was but a girly 
girl.


She told me to pick out the gems from it, but warned that the men of 
intellect of it contains a demon void and a sword.


Never marry into the intellect, she said, if it is a smug smile above your 
married thorns and children runny woes,


for they always say believe in him, and in their hearts, you are but a 
stupid whore.