Look in the mirror

And love this life scar,

Open your eyes with your heart

And love this life scar

 

The infant fall from three-foot wall,

And raised white ridge across the knee,

That adolescent punch that broke your pride

And shattered nostril and lip

 

The panic signature right side of groin,

They always say,

“They nearly burst”

Then remembered salty Blackpool sea

Soon after they cut my pullover from me

 

Look in the mirror

And love this life scar,

Open your eyes with your heart

And love this life scar

 

The place they tore the gasping life from you

So womb was not a tomb,

The clumsy Northern Line in red testifies that day

You clutched chest in gutter helpless “fuck not now, please not now”

 

Hair growing everywhere but on your head,

And a proud Buddha belly smiles back,

Collar and cuffs you hid so well,

And questioning the symmetry of testicles and fanny,

Our wobbly bobbly beautiful biography

 

Look in the mirror

And love this life scar,

Open your eyes with your heart

And love this life scar