The days were like chocolate without milk: dark and bitter
Mum was ill in hospital
I was living with granny
And school was too much to cope with.
Sole brown boy against a backdrop of 100 faces pale
I just wanted a steady pop beat to bounce to:
Boom Boom Bap: “Come on let’s play football”,
But it was all jazz music to me- I never knew what I’d hear next:
I just wanted to grow up and get out of that place overnight…
But first I had to get through lunchtime.
I begged granny:
“Can’t I have school dinners please”
But she wouldn’t have me eating ham and peas
I just wanted to fit in, even if with a squeeze
So I pleaded “They also serve macaroni and cheese”.
“Food like that with no spice will drain all colour from your face”…
But that’s exactly what I wanted.
So I’d sit alone in the canteen corner, open my lunch box and munch away the
On Monday’s I’d have fried egg yolk dripping down my chin
Tuesday’s: the smell of fried cumin seeds exploding from my bum
Wednesdays , Thursday’s and Fridays? I’d be too scared to open the lunch box:
the more granny loved me, the tastier the food but also the stronger the smell
and the worse my lunchtime hell.
The Bully Boys loved the smell of curry;
But not when its source was my flatulence!
So I was the only boy in school
Hoping all he’d get
Was an apple for lunch.