Eulogy

He was a boy, 15 years old
Big boned, but his heart was pure gold
He played the tuba in high school
Other kids didn’t think he was cool
He was that kid always picked last
When they chose teams in his gym class
They knocked his books out of his hands
Because he marched in the school band
They poured his drink down his T-shirt
They did not care how much he hurt
They taped a sign on his book bag
That said «Wide load — I’m a huge fag.»
He was just a boy, just 15 years old
He had a big heart that was made of gold
He played the tuba in his high school band
He was the type who always lent a hand
He went down the hall and hid inside
The school bathroom where he sat and cried
Some mean kids came in and pushed him down
On a toilet that was stained with brown
They dunked his head in the toilet bowl
His face was plugging the dirty hole
They grabbed their cell phones and they took pics
When they left they posted them for kicks
Then he stood up on the toilet seat
Took his belt, his pants fell to his feet
Wrapped the belt 'round his neck and the stall
Took one last step so that he would fall…
He was just a boy, just 15 years old
He had a big heart that was made of gold
He played the tuba in his high school band
He was the type who always lent a hand
At his funeral his mother gave him a kiss
She read his eulogy and it went something like this:
He was just a boy, just 15 years old
He had a big heart that was made of gold
He played the tuba in his high school band
He was the type who always lent a hand
When he would come home he would tell me that
Some boys at his school would call him fat
But he prayed to God up until the end
To forgive those boys they were his friends