On Mango Street, I dream of a better life
My house will have everything I need
No one will tell me to stay or leave
I will carry all in my heart
But I will never forget what I’ve been through
Behind the door, I hide my secrets
At night, I wait for a white knight
My eyes pretend not to cry
The street whispers not to leave
Freedom feels like escaping
We are the ones who couldn’t escape from it
Our mothers say we’re going to make it
The windows watch us playing
The sky above Mango Street is raining
One day, this street will be just a memory
