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Cason Smith
English 1101
Professor Bellinger
30 October 2018
City of Diversity
On the hectic streets with the sound of engines and horns screaming in my ear, as if I
aren’t giving it enough attention, dwell the most extraordinary people. In New York City
Not only does the smell of hotdog carts make me breathe in like a baby taking its first
breath, but the feeling of standing on the sidewalks staring up at the buildings kissing the clouds
make me also feel like a baby taking its first steps. I was so small yet so open to the opportunity
of the adventure of a lifetime. It felt as if I was born again and had to relearn everything in this
Standing in the bitter cold, I look to my left and standing on the sidewalk in front of the
jewelry store was a blond haired woman in nothing but her underwear; no shirt, no coat, not even
a bra. My eyes were raped and my mind was scarred but the look in her eyes and the way she
smirked at her audience told me that she was not ashamed of her imperfections, and she was not
afraid to be different.
beautiful architecture and woodwork of the theatre. The Bernadette Peters in Hello Dolly
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chandeliers hang from the ceiling like giant stars in the sky and the curtain hangs with them
waiting to open and give way to Bernadette Peters performing in Hello Dolly. She walks out
with steps of power demanding the audience’s attention. There she was, the image of prosperity
and opportunity.
That same bitter night in the subway were three men with nothing but a couple
instruments and a jar for money. The man with long, black hair tapped on a single drum as his
friend to the left strummed a rugged, half- tuned guitar. In the front of the triangle was a tall,
unkempt man with an unexpectedly soothing voice. The sound of their trio echoed along the
old dance studio in Manhattan waiting for my lessons to begin. This narrow building for
Dramatic Arts was almost as original and diverse as the people filling it. The stairs were as steep
and tough as the journey of those in the building who made something of themselves. The bricks
on the outside were as strong as the dancers, yet the mats of the floors were as soft as their
hearts.
In the sleepless city of New York there is never a person who is similar to the next, there
is never a building as stunning as the one beside it, and there is never a day similar to the last.
And as the airplane ascends, I look out of the window to see the gateway to freedom; freedom of
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