Ed wasn’t like the other boysnSo someone said,n“I’ll bet he goes for boys” and we agreednWe made jokes and I made friendsnWith all the guys who’d never speak to me nnA family moved in up the streetnIn English they chose not to speaknWe couldn’t grasp that ideologynSo we threw eggs and I threw upnThe next best thing to an apology nnBut somehownWe turned out all rightnFor awhile they had to wondernIf our fear would pull us under nnWhen I was eight I tempted fatenA big mistakenI told a girl she meant the world to menI broke down when she broke upnAnd spent the rest of recess in a tree nnI wasn’t always thin like thisnA TV lovin’ kidnI’d walk to class while insults followed menThey grew quiet as I grew upnBut when will I get my apology? n