Daddy is a (Fe)Male

Minutes

The kid

turned out to be in my class

he kept

calling me names and telling me bad things

I could

just stand here and take it all

unfortunately

dad didn't raise me that way

With a swing

and

a kick

the poor kid

withered

on the ground

and I

spat

in his

 poor face

The teachers

cooed their words to make him feel better

but his

bloody nose could not stop the tears

Mom came

to watch me while the class was starting

"To ensure

no more troubled would be caused"

Daddy

laughed his head off

he said

"The kids a bigot"