"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 the day
I 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's my evening's joy.
And I mean I really hate to lose something."


Maya Angelou



My evening's joy,
Maybe that's why,
My baby boy,
That I want to die
When I think that I
Could lose you.


Maira Cavalcanti