As she sat on the steps,

looking at the sky,

she thought of her future,

while looking up at the clouds.

She thought of her goals and her dreams,

her future family and friends.

She thought of growing up

and thought to herself

how scared she was.

Scared she would end up

like Mama

Scared she would end up

Barefoot and pregnant,

the women rising early

to make the tortillas.

She was scared,

but in her fear

she vowed,

I will never be that women

like Mama.