Today I gave my little sister The House on Mango Street.
I hope she reads it and keeps it close and
it helps her grow into a loud tambourine.
I want her to be sure in her rattle and her shake and
own every word said by eyes and widening hips, and
when her breasts are grown and she’s thrown out tennis-shoe
games for high-heeled stakes in poker-
then, I’ll give her Loose Woman–
watch her mind open like a flower being touched by the dawn.