Dear Daddy,
You’ve been protecting me from the day you knew I existed.
You’ve rushed by mother’s side when her stomach was ******.
Apparently you and mother smiled so much,
When my eyes repeatedly scrunched.

I’m 12 now daddy, and being a girl is hard.
I always get teased for wanting to play footy.
“It’s a boy’s sport,” they say. Have a boy card.
It never meant anything but it really should.

I’m 14 now daddy, and I got called a **** today.
Of course I shrugged it off as a joke.
I was wearing jeans and never done anything with a boy.
You would’ve yelled at them; wouldn’t you say?

The funny thing is daddy,
you might’ve called a girl a **** at school.
Not of harm maybe, but isn’t it harmful?
You want to protect your daughter; I know you do.

Here’s the thing though daddy.
Maybe if boys learnt from when they’re young,
From their own daddy,
That teasing and leaving out girls
of a game of footy,
Pulling out the boys only card,
Or calling them a ****
A *****
hurts.
Maybe being born as a girl wouldn’t be as hard.