The little girl brown as a sapodilla The little girl with the musical name Treading lightly in Matènwa There where the world is turned inside out Where stones grow in the field
Is anyone at all listening
The little girl with the musical name She treads lightly in Matènwa Fighting things she can’t forget Searching for things she cannot get Dreaming of tomorrow’s promise O little girl Turn to the left Turn to the right
Is anyone at all listening
Where has the water gone And the birds And the trees The little girl She wants music She wants books She wants dreams
The little girl brown as a sapodilla Her name is written on a stone in the field But she embraces hope There is water somewhere A school somewhere Hope somewhere In Matènwa
Is anyone at all listening?
— Michèle Voltaire Marcelin | Brooklyn 2019
Yon ti fi koulè sapoti Yon ti fi Non li tankou yon chante L ap mache nan Matènwa Ti pa li lejè lejè Sou yon tè ki vire lanvè landwat Sou yon tè se wòch ki pouse
Èske gen moun k ap koute
Yon ti fi Non li tankou yon chante L ap mache nan Matènwa Ti pa li lejè lejè L ap batay ak sa l pa ka bliye L ap chèche sal pa ka jwenn L ap reve ki pwomès demen pote O ti fi Vire a gòch Vire a dwat
Èske gen moun k ap koute
Kote dlo a pase Kote pye bwa Kote zwazo Ti fi sa Tèt li plen rèv Li vle mizik Li vle liv Li vle viv
Èske gen moun k ap koute
Yon ti fi koulè sapoti Non li ekri sou wòch nan solèy Men se ak lespwa l ap mache Yon jou fòk gen dlo Yon jou fòk gen lekòl Fòk gen lespwa Nan Matènwa
Èske gen moun k ap koute
— Michèl Voltè Maslen – Bwouklin, 2019
