Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon, o can't you see it, O can't you see it, 
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon...when the sun goes down. (John Toomer)

Karintha became grown up at twelve.
She's twenty now with a child of her own.

Karintha became grown at twelve.
It probably transpired back in Georgia
When she heard and saw her parents Loving.

Or maybe when she played house and doctor
With that small boy for real that was unafraid to do her bid.

She is twenty now with a child of her own.

But at twelve, old men prayed for their youth--
For the little girl's virtue. Young boys counted the days of her maturation.

Little Karintha is all grown up with a child of her own now.

The ol’ men have died in sin and the boys have taken the elder’s
Place. Karintha doesn’t care one way or the other, because she’s grown up.

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This poem is a conclusion or response to a poem written by John Toomer 
from his most popular work "Cane".  The original title is "Karintha."