On Mango Street, I dream about a free and wonderful life.
My house will have no wife
No one will tell me what to do
I will carry on for you
But I will never forget all the people that I've met
Behind the door, I hide memories of my life
At night, I wait for my dreams to become truth
My eyes pretend not to see what I have been through
The street whispers to be aware
Freedom feels like unknown fresh air
We are the ones who f***t for their lives
Our mothers say childhood isn't forever
The windows watch us growing up together
The sky above Mango Street is far from us
One day, the street will remember about all of us