The street I live in is heavily influenced by gangs, from yelling to weeping, to weeping and mourning. At nights all you can listen to even in your deepest dreams is loud bing bang boom, seconds later loud sirens rushing to help the tremendous squeal of pain of the injured. The next day you wake up with butterflies in your stomach, your bones tremble from head to toe with, a face completely pale wondering who got shot and you make yourself frighten thinking it may be one of your friends. Later when you arrive to school the sound of the birds is silence by the loud cry from friends and loved ones, from those who passed. Maybe it was not your loved one but someone else loved him.

Although my city is known for agriculture, although my city is known as the salad bowl, although my city is known for being a refuge for illegal immigrants, we are known by crime. Salinas is on the top 50 most dangerous cities of California. Many People from Salinas even just by my community alone have been portrayed as ominous human beings. When that does not go the same for all of us, yes some may have gone the wrong path but we are not all evil or want to cause harm to others but the world instantly is so pessimistic.

If I had to pick one word to describe Salinas it would be Blithe: happy or joyous. I choose the word blithe because we all go through struggles some more than others, but we are still human beings yes we make mistakes but we are human. Although Salinas is a tough place to live in there is always good where there is evil, and where there is evil there is good. If you keep yourself