Stolen Moments

I ain't never gonna let that happen

I ain't ever gonna just sit there in that chair & watch you take pieces of me 

Pieces of me that you stole

Because I ain't even give it to you

Regardless of what you may think...

There are no comparisons, replacements, or models found of me to even be taking seriously

That's why I need my things

I imperfectly made mistakes that even I can't undo

But after God forgave me...I realized how easy it was for me too

When you get to that point when you can't even look at you

Upset at yourself because of all the hell you put yourself through

Beating yourself up because what else is there better to do

This is real life 

This is my life

I once let you turn me into yellow leaves & I became quiet because I knew it had a hidden sound

But look at that...

Jazzonia lost her sound

Too busy trying to become the voice of you

And I let you do that

I let you take that.

I let you take most of all of me in a dirty brown paper bag under your arm.

Even if you don't love me, if you talk about me, hate me, and tarnish my image in your conversation...

I'm still walking away with my head high at the light with the rest of my things

The things that I once gave freely

The things that made you love me

The things that made me love me

The things God gave me

I took it back

And

I'm still walking away with my head high at the light with the rest of my things

Because I need my things

I need my things to keep me high

I need my things so I can dance to it the way I used to

I need my things to write sonnets 

I need my things just like my black satin bonnet

I need my things so I can breathe 

My breath

Just like you took most of all of it...

I'm still walking away with my head high at the light with the rest of my things

Because it's mine

Not yours

And you wouldn't even know what to do with it....

Next time, shut the door before you think about walking off with all my stuff.