Daddys favorite
Was to make me food
Cookies and cake
But he also made me veggies and stuff
We sat
Waiting in the kitchen for the baking to end
He said
I used to bake all the time
I asked
When you were a girl?
He laughed
Regardless of my gender
I got confused
What did he mean gender isnt involved
In activities
Doesnt everything need categories
He just smiled
Somethings dont need genders
He says
Just like love doesnt need boundaries
YOU ARE READING
Daddy is a (Fe)Male
PoetryA child learns about her father. ((Yes, the name means the father is an Iron Man. *Eyeroll*))
