The whisper of mango street

On mango street, I dream of a new life, of a new me My house will have the brightest lights No one will tell me whom should I like I will carry on therefore But I will never forget who I was before. Behind the door, I hide in plain sight At night, I wait a sign My eyes pretend the troubles disappear The street whispers in my ear Freedom feels like a spling's breeze. We are the ones who f***t in silence Our mothers say "follow my guidance" The windows watch as we all march The sky above Mango street begins to open One day, this street will be my token.