Dreams on Mango Street

On Mango Street, I dream a house for my own My house will have a purple in the hall No one will tell me how to behave I will carry you for years But I will never forget from where I came Behind the door, I hide my tears At night, I wait for my prince My eyes pretend to be closed The street whispers my dreams Freedom feels like riding a horse We are the ones who live in Mango Street Our mothers say “come home please!” The windows watch the passersby The sky above Mango Street will forever shine One day, this street will feel like mine