"..Under My Chequered Skirt".
Simon Says?
Simon Says..
You're such a good pupil in neutral ways, and don't stray
Away from any old traits - in these new school days.
Other kids wonder why.. when you reboot, they fade.
Their stereotypical last kick, just shoots to grey.
& they lose their way.. he says I'm a different teen
I mean what I say when I view in fray- I seem to breed
Batches of high class grades. Other minds are deemed deceased
In the books that crease when they grit their teeth!
But don't dare weep, as their chance did beckon..
& they should've took his hand in one to one lessons.
Simon Says..
I should see him more often for the tests that come
& that'd be for the best if I didn't tell my Mum.
"Coz it'd be a surprise, just imagine her eyes".. sounded fun
A beating's getting quieter, playing on this clouded drum.
So with it all summed up, we're like best friends with love
A cheeky hug moved slowly to a caress on the bum.
& at first it had me stumped, in a redundant thump
He said my nervous flowing hair hid my tracheas lump.
Which soothed my nerves, but to finally get what I deserve
Simon said he had to see what was under my chequered skirt.
Simon Says..
I was his favourite, his worth, his creamiest desert
But if we didn't finish it now, then his family would get hurt.
So the dessert was deserted, by a middle aged curse
& what's worse, there was no consent from this 12 year old girl.
Abused mute world, I had no escape with words
So DNA & evidence was left to dish the dirt on this perv.
Felt like soliciting curbs, I was made to feel undeserved.
NOW a tainted girl... I made sure the courts heard every word
So this vile animal of a man won't go chasing skirt.
Coz Simon says.. nothing now.. coz jail is worse.
Simon Really Said..
Nothing worth mentioning, its all a haze..
But a middle aged man shouldn't threaten my grades.
He offered after school lessons.. what I need them for?
Except to plant my pants in his bottom desk drawer.
Watch you gasp in aw, like it has never happened.
Lost his job, lost his wife.. it all follows a pattern.
"You'll flunk if you don't shape up", but I rattled his jaw
Coz now Simon Says.. everything in an appeal court.
- D.H.Brixton.