poet Gwendolyn Brooks

Gwendolyn Brooks

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A Song In The Front Yard

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.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 17, 2012

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  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (8/2/2019 10:49:00 PM)

    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.

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (6/29/2019 2:51:00 PM)

    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

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  • Ur mum (2/6/2019 4:46:00 PM)

    So super gay boi

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  • Sally (3/2/2018 7:13:00 AM)

    I LOVE GWENDOLYN BROOKS!

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  • Stephen W (3/17/2013 2:47:00 PM)

    A stupid and irresponsible poem.

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