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A Song In The Front Yard
(7 June 1917 – 3 December 2000 / Topeka, Kansas)

A Song In The Front Yard

Poem By Gwendolyn Brooks

I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.

I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.

They do some wonderful things.
They have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine
How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George’ll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate).

But I say it’s fine. Honest, I do.
And I’d like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.

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A very honest poem, not concerned about respectability, 'I'd like to be a bad woman too... /And strut down the streets with paint on my face. So refreshing to read this.
They do some wonderful things. They have some wonderful fun. My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine. very fine poem. tony
So super gay boi
I LOVE GWENDOLYN BROOKS!
A stupid and irresponsible poem.


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