Dear God
It’s me
As I’m sure you see
I know you know
Who I am
And who I am not
You must kinda like me
Judging by all these great things I’ve got
I started out this prayer
Intending to ask your facilitation
In getting the attention
Of the boy upon whom my heart is set
Try as I might, he hasn’t noticed me yet
You could do something about that, I bet
But my religion
Which worships you
Also worships our Mother, too
And she says it’s wrong
To influence someone else’s life
Without asking their point of view
So I cannot ask for him of you
I’ve tried everything I could do
Even talking to you
Maybe I make him smile sometimes
He could look forward to my presence
Silently
If he pays attention
He’s not telling me
Free I be
Choosing to be chained to he
And God, it’s getting me
Been trying so unabashedly
Something to prove
And he don’t want to see
I suppose that means I’m free
Whooopeeee
And if he doesn’t want to be my friend
Please help me to move on from  him
Amen