One from Gwendolyn Brooks

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From here.

a song in the front yard

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.