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Poetry Slam

No Loser, No Weeper

By : Maya Angelou

“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 & 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, go up & walked away.
It had twelve numbers on it & 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 & a toy,
What you think I feel `bout my lover-boy?
I aint threatening you, madam, but he is my evening’s joy.
And I mean I really hate to lose something.”

no loser

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Author:

Mother and Self Created Queen seeking to change the lives of people in the world. I want people to know that #SelfLove is thee most important love in the world. I have experienced many things in life and know first hand how it is and feels to be alone in a world surrounded by many people. I started the social Media Label #FindingMe to promote and encourage self love, growth, and encouragement through life struggles. I am currently writing a book and studying life coaching, counseling, and psychotherapy. I advocate for movements in life, our universe deserves to know that there are more people who appreciate the greatness in life than there are who do not appreciate it.

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