Discriminating Against Dads

A man sat next to me on the tube home last night
He said to a little girl sit on my lap
And every time he lifted his arm to stroke her hair or comfort her
I tensed
It could have been my over active imagination
I tried hard not to steal a glance
Dark hair, baseball cap, bomber jacket, crooked nose
I wonder at the ease at which
The comfort at which I found myself
Discriminating against dads