As I walk down this street that I call home I get to the end of the street. Someone might ask what lies on the next couple of blocks? Well a person from where I live wouldn’t dare cross to the other neighborhood. The people that live on the other side act as if we don’t exsist. We are like animals and peasants to them. We have less than the other side so seperation occurs. When we drive through that neighborhood anger and arrogance festers from the people from the other side. I never understood this anger because the people in my neighborhood should the people anger because we have less. But I just guessed that the people from the other side hate us because they have to live so close to peasants and animals. That’s the only logical conclusion I could come up with.