On Mango street, I dream a place to be serene,
My house will have a garden vibrant, fresh and green,
No one will tell me what I must achieve,
I will carry the lessons I truly believe,
But I will never forget where I come from.
Behind the door I hide my fears,
At night I wait for a car to take me far,
My eyes pretend to see a star,
The street whispers stories I must flee,
Freedom feels like only being me.
We are the ones who struggle and must grow,
The mothers say we can’t choose our way,
The windows watch the life we have to follow,
The sky above Mango street protects us every day,
One day this street will see the sun again.
