Its that kind of evening again
Nothing is safe now
Jackfruits and more burst
And more and more ripe
And the smell this evening
is maddening.
Such evenings are just not
Safe for you my little girl
Someone as young and fragile
As you my little girl
And such things stir in me
That heightens this evening
And your brown brown hands
Red full lips midnight eyes
Beckon me, they do
They do beckon me and
You dance just ahead of my eyes
And your family waits for you
Hurry home to your mamma
Little girl, my little girl
Do you see those eyes over the hedge
covet your brown brown skin
hurry hurry home hurry
home my little brown girl
your mumma waits for you
milk gets colder as a glass on the table
she waits at the door and calls
out to you, her pretty girl of just 13
and here you are dancing in front
of these dirty brown eyes
you are dancing in front of me
Over my fence under my window
you jump and skip and run
over my enticing summerfields
my sunflower fields seduce you
and you slow down as your mumma
waits at the door for her pretty girl of 13
It happened just 67 steps from home
And you were snatched and don’t cry
It was not your fault and you will go to the gods
And its all the way to hell for me
For what I did to your brown skin
And you were just a pretty girl of 13
Those 67 steps you didn’t cover
my little pretty girl of 13
now you will never come home
and your mother knew this would
happen someday to someone as
pretty as her daughter of just 13
under my fields and my soil you lie,
my little 13 yearold pay thing
and no one knows still but the
village now whispers and no young girl
take the shortcut through the sunflower fields
your bone melts from the flesh
your yellow summer dress
I have hidden somewhere where none will reach
And I burn in my own private hell
And you are now far away from all this and me
But still the sunflower fields haunt me.
