No
Small Feat
Never again will I waddle
like a duck stepping
out of a puddle
Never again will I crave
the things that can send me
to an early grave
Never again will I find
sweets, cakes & cookies
inflating my behind
Never again will I taste
unhealthy feasts clinging
to my body in haste
Never again will I consume
excess that ends up
in an obnoxious fume
Never again will I see
the silhouette of a stranger
staring back at me
Never again will I feel inferior
convinced everyone in the room
is staring at my rear
Never again will I be ashamed
when people judge my eating
as if I have no restraint
© Yolande Matthews
October 2004
This poem is dedicated
to all those kindred spirits out there
who have a daily struggle
with the bulge.
