No Loser, No Weeper - Isiah Hudley, Jr.

 

“I hate to lose something,”

then she bent her head,

“even a dime, I wish I was dead.

I can't explain it. No more to be said.

‘Cept I hate to lose something.

 

“I lost a doll once and cried for a week.

She could open her eyes, and do all but speak.

I believe she was took, by some doll-snatching sneak.

I tell you, I hate to lose something.

 

“A watch of mine once, got up and walked away.

It had twelve numbers on it and for the time of day.

I'll never forget it and all I can say

is I really hate to lose something.

 

“Now if I felt that way ‘bout a watch and a toy,

what you think I feel ‘bout my lover-boy?

I ain't threatening you, madam, but he is my evening's joy.

And I mean I really hate to lose something.”

Maya Angelou

Don't touch my stuff. Anything that belongs to me. Don't even look at it.  My man too!!!! I have been looking for this poem to add to my blog. Because I'm so serious about what belongs to me. Especially if I spend my money on it. Oh man, I will get super ugly about my stuff. Junior ain't mine, yet! I know he loves me though. Can't nobody tell me different. Not even him. He never told me he don't love me. so with that I hold on to the hope, the faith that one day he will come back to me. My Lord said, "Wait".