Personal Narrative: East Village

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Watching everyone through the glass window with the burgundy window frame in East Village, New York is a struggle I face every day. A small little town in the upper part of New York close to the city, where poverty is at it’s highest. I watch as family stuff their faces with the food in front of them, just like a turkey is stuffed on Thanksgiving day. They have no guilt in their faces what's so ever as they eat their steamy hot food. They have no regret or sorrow in their eyes when they see me looking through the clear window. Never taking into consideration the underprivileged people who don’t get the chance to eat a warm meal everyday like they do. I wish I did not have to watch them eat their juicy tender chicken breast, or their hot creamy …show more content…

There is toilet paper on the floor, but no toilet paper on either three stalls. The smell of the bathroom was so disgusting almost as disgusting as a rat decomposing for 3 months. There are gang marks on either side of the bathroom, and peoples names forever marked on the once blue walls, paint falling down. The two sinks are to the far left of the bathroom, white with labels marking “hot” on the left and “cold” on the right, but only the freezing cold water worked. As you look up, you notice only one light working making the room dim. There is a small flicker every 5 seconds from the light. There is only one mirror in between the two sinks. And as you look at the clear mirror broken in half, you can only see one side of your face, because it’s …show more content…

It’s amazing how one day you’re eating from a white plate at a square table at a restaurant or your own comfortable home, and one little job messes all that up and you’re stuck eating food from the garbage in your hands. Those leftovers that still worked that you threw away yesterday without looking back, without thinking that one day you’ll be like the persons you ignore in the streets when they ask you for any spare change. Many people take for granted those everyday meals that you end up leaving half way and throw away, but someone outside your home is eating week old meatloaf found in a near by

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