Eyes like gold medallions
Precious, earned, and for the privileged
Black woman, you better work it
Born perfect
A living, breathing angel
I arrange for
Your arrival and survival in this world
Daddy's girl
You're a pearl in a world of imitations
Limitations, and situations
But I place them
Aside, making a path for you to stride
And shine where there's a blur
With my heart you concur
You'll always be
Daddy's little girl.