A Daily Prayer

God wears glow-in-the-dark acrylic nails, her favorite color is obsidian black,       

she’s lactose intolerant and is tired of femme exploitation.

God buys gold hoop earrings at Dollar Tree and ain’t afraid to wear eyelash extensions       

for two weeks straight even if the package reads “one-time use only.”

God says “hi” to everyone the moment she boards public transit and after she’s seated,       

she speaks loudly into her phone while munching on hot Cheetos.

God carries a plastic bag with quarters, pennies and her passport cuz she knows      

most of her followers ain’t shit and removal proceedings are always already a possibility.

God orders $1 fries, $1 cheeseburgers and $1 drinks at fast-food restaurants cuz       

a gurl needs to live and sometimes thriving looks like surviving.

God checks her eyebrows on her phone every two hours and licks her index finger       

to realign each hair particle before meeting up with da girls.

God walks into Metro PCS every three days for water damage services cuz she’s too often       

weeping onto her Android—M, Tu, W, Th, F, Sa, and Sun—the deaths of Black girls.

God has hired a personal stylist cuz she doesn’t know anymore how to be simultaneously ready       

for a funeral, court hearing, birthday celebration, anniversary dinner and the club.

God has a Twitter account with 36 followers and it’s aiiight cuz she follows 794K folk and they      

 all Black femmes and the 36 that follow her hold her so she can hold the rest of the world.