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1、Chapter 1 HairsEverybody in our family has different hair. My Papas hair is like a broom, all up in the air. And me, my hair is lazy. It never obeys barrettes or bands. Carlos hair is thick and straight. He doesnt need to comb it. Nennys hair is slipperyslides out of your hand. And Kiki, who is the
2、youngest, has hair like fur.But my mothers hair, my mothers hair, like little rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty because she pinned it in pincurls all day, sweet to put your nose into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe, is the warm smell of bread before you
3、bake it, is the smell when she makes room for you on her side of the bed still warm with her skin, and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and Papa snoring. The snoring, the rain, and Mamas hair that smells like bread.Chapter 2 Darius & The CloudsYou can never have too much sky. You can fal
4、l asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.Darius, who doesnt like school, who
5、is sometimes stupid and mostly a fool, said something wise today, though most days he says nothing. Darius, who chases girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks hes tough, today pointed up because the world was full of clouds, the kind like pillows.You all see that cloud, that
6、 fat one there? Darius said, See that? Where? That one next to the one that look like popcorn. That one there. See that. Thats God, Darius said.God? somebody little asked. God, he said, and made it simple.Chapter 3 Four Skinny TreesThey are the only ones who understand me. I am the only one who unde
7、rstands them. Four skinny trees with skinny necks and pointy elbows like mine. Four who do not belong here but are here. Four raggedy excuses planted by the city. From our room we can hear them, but Nenny just sleeps and doesnt appreciate these things.Their strength is secret. They send ferocious ro
8、ots beneath the ground. They grow up and they grow down and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger. This is how they keep. Let one forget his reason for being, theyd all droop like tulips in a glass, each with their arms around the othe
9、r. Keep, keep, keep, trees say when I sleep. They teach.When I am too sad and too skinny to keep keeping, when I am a tiny thing against so many bricks, then it is I look at trees. When there is nothing left to look at on this street. Four who grew despite concrete. Four who reach and do not forget
10、to reach. Four whose only reason is to be and be.Chapter 4 Cathy Queen of CatsCathy who is queen of cats has cats and cats and cats. Baby cats, big cats, skinny cats, sick cats. Cats asleep like little donuts. Cats on top of the refrigerator. Cats taking a walk on the dinner table. Her house is like
11、 cat heaven.You want a friend, she says. Okay, Ill be your friend. But only till next Tuesday. Thats when we move away. Got to. Then as if she forgot I just moved in, she says the neighborhood is getting bad.Cathys father will have to fly to France one day and find her great great distant grand cous
12、in on her fathers side and inherit the family house. How do I know this is so? She told me so. In the meantime theyll just have to move a little farther north from Mango Street, a little farther away every time people like us keep moving in.Chapter 5 A house of my ownNot a flat. Not an apartment in
13、back. Not a mans house. Not a daddys. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobodys garbage to pick up after.Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to go, clean as
14、paper before the poem.Chapter 7 The House on Mango Street 1We didnt always live on Mango Street. Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we lived on Keeler. Before Keeler it was Paulina, and before that I cant remember. But what I remember most is moving a lot. Each time i
15、t seemed thered be one more of us. By the time we got to Mango Street we were six Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, my sister Nenny and me.The house on Mango Street is ours, and we dont have to pay rent to anybody, or share the yard with the people down stairs, or be careful not to make too much noise, and
16、there isnt a landlord banging on the ceiling with a broom. But even so, its not the house wed thought wed get.We had to leave the flat on Loomis quick. The water pipes broke and the landlord wouldnt fix them because the house was too old. We had to leave fast. We were using the washroom next door and carrying water over in empty milk gallons. Thats why Mama and Papa looked for a house
