Lunchtime Lesson

I transferred schools
Halfway through year 8
I didn’t know anyone
So the teacher paired me with a boy
Who I followed to his friends

The talk was fine
Until it turned to pornography
They’d watched it, loved it
I hadn’t
As such, I was gay

And every lunchtime onwards
I’d get called it all:
Homo
Faggot
Gay boy
Poofter

I wasn’t gay
But I felt for them
And I still do