s0me0ne alm0st walked away with my stuff

somebody almost walked off with all of my stuff

not my poems or a dance i gave up in the street but

somebody almost walked off with all of my stuff

like a kleptomaniac workin hard & forgettin while stealin this is mine/this aint your stuff/
now why don’t you put me back & let me hang out in my own self

somebody almost walked off with all of my stuff & didn’t care enuf to send a note home sayin i was late for my solo conversation
or two sizes to small for my own tacky skirts

what can anybody do wit somethin of no value on
a open market/ did you getta dime for my things/
hey man/ where are you goin with all of my stuff/
to ohh & ahh about/ daddy/ i gotta mainline number from my own stuff/ now wontcha put me back/ & let
 me play this duet/ with silver ring in my nose/
honest to god/

somebody almost run off with all of my stuff/ 
& i didnt bring anythin but the kick & sway of it 
the perfect butt for my man & none of it is theirs 
this is mine/ now take ‘her own things’/ that’s my name
 now give me my stuff/ i see ya hidin my laugh/ & how i
am it with my legs open sometimes/ to give my crouch 
some sunlight/ & there goes my love, my toes, my chewed 
up finger nails/ niggah/ with the curls in your hair/
mr. louisiana hot link/

i want my stuff back/
my rhytums & my voice/ open my mouth/ & let me talk ya 
outta/ throwin my stuff in the sewar/ this is some delicate 
leg & whimsical kiss/ i gotta have to give to my choice/
without you runnin off with all of my stuff/
now you cant have me less i give me away/ & i waz
doin all that/ til ya run off on a good thing/

who is this you left me with/ some simple bitch 
widda bad attitude/ i wants my things/
i want my arm with the hot iron scar/ & my leg with the
 flea bite/ i want my calloused feet & quik language back
in my mouth/ fried plantains/ pineapple pear juice/ 
sun-ra & joseph & jules/ i want my own things/ how i lived them/
& give me my memories/ how i waz when i waz there/
you cant have them or do nothin with them/

stealin my stuff from me/ dont make it yours/ makes it stolen/
somebody almost run off with all of my stuff/ & i waz standin
 there/ lookin at myself/ the whole time 
& it waznt a spirit took my stuff/ waz a man whose 
ego walked round like Rodan’s shadow/ waz a man faster
than my innocence/

waz a lover/ i made too much 
room for/ almost run off with all of my stuff/
& i didnt know i’d give it up so quik/ & the one runnin wit it/
don’t know he got it/ & i’m shoutin this is mine/ & he dont 
know he got it/ my stuff is the anonymous ripped off treasure
 of the year/

did you know somebody almost got away with me/
me in a plastic bag under their arm/ me 
danglin on a string of personal carelessness/ i’m spattered wit
 mud & city rain/ & no i didnt get a chance to take a douche/
hey man/ this is not your perogative/ i gotta have me in my
 pocket/ to get round like a good woman should/ & make the poem
in the pot or the chicken in the dance/

what i got to do/
i gotta get my stuff to do it to/
why dont ya find your own things/ & leave this package 
of me for my destiny/ what ya got to get from me/
i’ll give it to ya/ yeh/ i’ll give it to ya/
round 5:00 in the winter/ when the sky is blue-red/
& Dew City is gettin pressed/ if it’s really my stuff/
ya gotta give it to me/ if ya really want it/ i’m 
the only one/ can handle it