When did you know you were a lesbian...

When I was Eleven kiss chase was never my thing,

I thought maybe I was prudish, not looking for a fling.

With Thirteen came the discos, dancing at opposite ends,

I was the one sat outside, laughing with my friends.

At Fifteen I relented, he wanted to hold my hand, 

My heart definitely didn't flutter, I didn't understand. 

When I was sweet SIxteen, he asked me to stay the night,

I created a duvet barrier and insisted we keep on the light.

At Seventeen he touched my boob playing football on the hill,

My ninja reflexes made me slap him,

And I went home feeling ill.

Eighteen was the year of house parties and knocking back the drink,

I touched my first appendage and vomited in the sink.

Finally at Nineteen in a dingy gay bar toilet,

It came to me an epiphany it's the man bit that always spoils it.

The Women on my walls I didn't just admire,

The female form, this was my norm, it lit my world on fire.