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.”