Someday I will have a house
where the sun pours through the windows like honey
and the gentle moon gazes at me as I sleep,
where I can bask in the star shine...
Somewhere away from here
away from this cramped den
of murky shadows and burning, soulless street lights.  

Someday I will have a garden
with mimosa trees and the perfume of honeysuckle
filled with butterflies, with strawberries,
with crisp cucumbers and tender tomatoes,
and my hands will smell of mint
from my fragrant herb garden...
Somewhere away from here,
where not even a tree grows on my street
where the view is a drainage ditch,
dumpsters, broken glass,
and stained mattresses thrown onto the sidewalk.

Someday I will open my windows
and hear the sweet birds sing,
and the crickets chirp,
and hear the song of the wind
chiming like fairy music...
Somewhere away from here,
where the sound of a shot tears the night,
where the cars never stop,
and our upstairs neighbors stomp in concrete boots
all day and dark.

I will not let despair steal my someday.
I will escape this place.