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Beneath My Wing
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One Slum Prodigy's Poetybook They said the son,
Is supposed be like the father,
But they knew nothing,
How I have you as my daughter,
You chose my traits,
Over your mother's,
You stayed stong and believed,
A woman can be better than her brother.
Whatever you do,
If it's rational,
I have you beneath my wing,
Whether write dance or sing,
However you do it,
If it's placid,
I have you beneath my wing,
Whether run catch or swing.
I may see you,
As daddy's little girl,
But the would can be your oyster,
And you may be its pearl,
Before that happens,
There will be a mass of temptations,
So don't let nothing take you down,
Now even irrelevant relations.
Whatever you do,
If it's rational,
I have you beneath my wing,
Whether write dance or sing,
However you do it,
If it's placid,
I have you beneath my wing,
Whether run catch or swing.
