No Loser, No Weeper
'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 alway.
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.'
By : Maya Angelou
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When I read this poem,I could relate to it because I remembered how I used to love someone who I though was special and ultimately irreplaceable. This poem by Maya Angelou made me recognize that when our mothers and aunts say "I know what you're going through" they
I used to think that losing some boy or another was the end of the world, that there was no other
"toy" . I used to 'really hate to lose something too'. Now I realize that if its meant to me to have, I will have it. If not, there are plenty of other "toys" in the world . At the end of every day , "It's not that serious!" lol :)
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