My Heart.

Chapter three

I was young when I realised
that I didn't have any brothers.
Just a little 'sister'
who was adorable, but not a boy.

I saw my dad watching football,
he was all alone
with nobody to watch it with.
I declared then that I liked football.
Dad wasn't alone anymore.

I went to football games.
A little girl in the freezing cold,
loud stadium that hurt her small ears.
I enjoyed spending time with dad.
It made all of that worth it.

I was young when I decided
to be "daddy's little girl."
I wanted to make him happy,
so that I could be too.
He never asked that from me,
but I knew he needed it.

I was young when I decided
that it was weird to be a girl.
I couldn't wear fancy dresses,
or soft ribbons in my hair.
Being feminine was bad, that was a fact.

I grew and realised
that I didn't have to play pretend.
Dad still loved me without the football.
He loved me with my dresses,
and the ribbons in my hair.
We found new things to bond over.

Now, we go out on motorbike rides.
We sit at the beach,
and he buys me ice cream.
We sit and talk about anything,
the cold isn't so unbearable now.

He helps me train,
holding the pad for me as I attack it.
We laugh, I focus, and he never pushes me.
We make jokes
and throw fake punches at each other.

He never threatens to "beat up"
anyone who messes with me.
He believes that I could do it myself,
if it came down to that.
He thinks I'm strong enough just the way I am.

-My father's daughter.