On Mango Street i dream a better home
My house will have something to be proud of
No one will tell me where i belong
I will carry with me all my stones
Behind the door i hide my true side
At night i wait for a man who could brings me back to life
My eyes pretend but then canāt see the light
The street whispers āyou are not aloneā
Freedom feels like being able to roam
We are the ones who are trying to escape
Our mothers say to study and leave this place
The windows watch our women who arenāt really safe
The sky above Mango Street looks is in the face
One day,this street will tell that we won against our fate
