I dream to be free

On Mango Street, I dream to be free My house will have so many rooms No one will tell me what to do or what to be I will carry all my roots But I will never forget the street where I lived Behind the door, I hide myself in lonelyness At night, I wait for the nightmares to come My eyes pretend not to be wet and see happiness The street whispers to me what I should become Freedom feels like peace and no stress, right now I'm a mess We are the ones who have broken wings but want to fly Our mothers say "be safe and don't talk to strangers" The windows watch the time passing by The sky above Mango Street is painted red as anger One day, this street will say to us goodbye