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Prayer

Would you mind it if I prayed for you?

Dear God,

Let this woman.

The one you made from my rib.

The one who made you take the next day off

so you could worship what you just did.

May the first man she raises be her kid.

And not one of these boys

…who use their toys to distract her

from doing her homework.

…who would only consider giving her the world

if she promises to take them home first.

I pray that you always remember that you’re the catch.

That the battle is for your mind and the reward is the sex.

That when they become bad for you,

You become good at ignoring their texts.

May the space between where she is

and where she wants to be

Be filled with good vibes and better company.

When she’s alone and in her feelings,

Wondering why she isn’t already

married with children,

Give her patience.

Let her hold out for a man that’s better than basic.

One safe enough for her to tell her wildest dreams,

And crazy enough to help her chase them.

May he be so close that she can taste it.

And if he’s not,

Give her enough confidence to call her own shots.

Enough common sense to call the cops.

Because it’s a crime to be out here

getting treated less than

“Beyoncé.”

May the progression of her partnership be

best friend turned fiancé.

Until then,

Bless this young queen with enough options

That she starts to feel like a priority.

And what she lacks in confidence,

let her make up for in authority.

Reach her. Teach her.

To always love the skin that she’s in.

Promise to protect her from anything not sent by you

And forgive her for her sins.

Amen.