This city is my home, and it is beautiful. I love everything about it, from the scars on the sidewalks to the vacant residences. Between these two bridges lie a hustling haze. A million different faces, a billion different thoughts, yet only 100 words are spoken. The loudest thoughts, the quietest city. I have been here for as long as I can remember, my veins are tangled below the city streets and my heart is located in every citizen, so we live together as one single person. At least that is how I see it, although the business men would rather choke on their large salary than consider being an equal to the men who traipse the streets.  I have witnessed everything good and bad. I’ve seen a zealot litter and a Christian curse. These streets hold more hypocrisy than a corrupt politician, and no impeachment has ever taken place. The most odious act I have witnessed happened just recently. I watched a young women leave a bar, no older than 25. I watched as she yelled back to her friends in some foreign slurred language. I watched as she stumbled to the sidewalk and began to attempt to call a taxi, with her phone squished against her pink cheek. I watched as he approached her. I watched his eyes dilate and I felt his heart begin to race, for mine did as well. I watched as his hand grasped her like old rope, tying her lungs shut and binding her former consent. I could feel her shaking, so hard the scars in the sidewalk seemed to scream, I saw the sweat racing from her temples, to the corners on her mouth. Every part of me ached to help her, to say something, but I couldn’t. I was but an ancient infrastructure, enslaved to the heartless streets. I would  like to tell myself that if I were physically capable to help her and all of the other innocents, I would have. Everyone would like to believe they would, but that night I watched as the bouncer turned his cheek and slowly crept inside, as if to erase what he just witnessed. This city is beautiful from the human eye, but  to all who decide to see the truth, it becomes incredibly sadistic . There is no justice between these two bridges, only fictitious fortuity.