Gwendolyn Brooks

A B J O S T W Y

the vacant lot

Mrs. Coley’ s three-flat brick
Isn’ t here any more.
All done with seeing her fat little form
Burst out of the basement door;
And with seeing her African son-in-law
(Rightful heir to the throne)
With his great white strong cold squares of teeth
And his little eyes of stone;
And with seeing the squat fat daughter
Letting in the men
When majesty has gone for the day —
And letting them out again.

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