" Do you wish your feet would one day keep walking
and take you far away from Mango Street, far away
and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house,
a nice one with flowers and big windows and steps
for you to climb up two by two
upstairs to where a room is waiting for you.
And you could laugh, Sally. You could go to sleep and wake up
and never have to think who likes and doesn't like you.
You could close your eyes and you wouldn't have to worry
what people said because you never belonged here anyway
and nobody could make you sad and nobody would think you're strange
because you like to dream and dream.
There'd be no nosy neighbors watching,
no motorcycles and cars
no sheets and towels and laundry.
Only trees and more trees and plenty of blue sky. "
and take you far away from Mango Street, far away
and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house,
a nice one with flowers and big windows and steps
for you to climb up two by two
upstairs to where a room is waiting for you.
And you could laugh, Sally. You could go to sleep and wake up
and never have to think who likes and doesn't like you.
You could close your eyes and you wouldn't have to worry
what people said because you never belonged here anyway
and nobody could make you sad and nobody would think you're strange
because you like to dream and dream.
There'd be no nosy neighbors watching,
no motorcycles and cars
no sheets and towels and laundry.
Only trees and more trees and plenty of blue sky. "
-House on Mango Street.
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