One Mind one Voice Poem-Ugly Old Bag

Ugly Old Bag

Ugly Old Bag, he called me
As the aggression poured out at me
Other things that he called me
I laugh when I think
How wrong he can be
But Ugly Old Bag he called me
And I thought, as I hung up the phone
He's right you know, you've let yourself go
So I stand at the mirror
Stripped back to bare butt
Looking at, what's looking at me
Stretch marks from three kids
A scar, where a cancer had been
A stomach which is heading, the same way as the boobs
Grey hair on my head, eyebrows, and My God! now down below
Skins getting thin, eyes have started to sink in
Thighs have ripples and things
Teeth are worn down
Hands could pass for a mans
I even have hair on my chin
The ankles are fat
The weight is too much
But as I stand there and continue to stare
Someone else stares back at me
My hair has the wave, the teeth have the gap
Passed on to me by my Dad
The hands, come from hard work
Stretch marks, that someone else loved
Skin Cancers, I'm lucky I found
Spider Veins, can be needled away
Teeth can be fixed
Boobs can be bought
The weight can come off
Grey hair I could colour today
Face could be tightened, Wrinkles ironed out
The ankles, I know are here to stay
I turn from the mirror
And grin, as I dress
Who cares, I'm happy this way!