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.
A Song In The Front Yard
Gwendolyn Brooks
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Poem topics: brave, children, fun, girl, life, night, rose, sick, time, today, winter, good, play, face, black, hungry, mother, woman, wonderful, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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