A Tuesday Morning
A Tuesday morning,
at the crack of dawn.
Step onto the scales,
keep in the yawn.
A Tuesday morning,
it’s the dreaded day.
I do not want to know,
how much I weigh.
A Tuesday morning,
the burden of the scale.
Afraid, alone,
tucked in is my tail.
A Tuesday morning,
I am so ashamed.
The weights jotted down,
by a nurse unnamed.
A Tuesday morning,
is too much to bear,
Will I weigh less,
If I cut my hair?
A Tuesday morning,
the dreaded day.
Today I found out,
the burden I weigh.
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