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Personal Narrative: The Image Of A Homeless Woman

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To most, they displayed the image of modern-day, homeless musicians who couldn’t pay their bills. They were just people who tried to make money off their music, but only created a failed career. The picture seemed set in stone. A ratty clarinet, a silver guitar, and a stand up bass sitting on a park bench, playing to make a bucketful of cash. Granted, the image simply conveys failure; in reality, it conveys success. A gentle hearted woman, Taya, stood on the street corner of downtown New Orleans, blasting notes and gracefully moving her worn fingers along the old clarinet. Her skin was a smooth chocolate. Her hair a dazzling ebony. She emptied her soul and her story through the roar of her instrument. The song told the story of a young woman who had nothing but dreams in her mind. Years of heartache and lost changed nothing in her spirit or her mind about coming to the city of jazz. Hence, wherever Taya could, she continued to play her music, but no one seemed to hear it. On the north side of the country, a heated discussion echoed throughout the hall of Coney Island Hospital. A man with slicked, coffee-colored hair with a glossy guitar in his hand screamed at a naive nurse. His words were desperate and sharp; hers were …show more content…

Inexplicably, Miles seemed to have been around since the city came to be. Albeit he looked like the average older man: balding gray hair and round glasses, Miles had the aura of mystery blanketing him. The skyline of New York spelled out his name in bright blue light; however, not a soul had seen him outside his tower except for business and a few rare occurrences since the building planted its spot in Manhattan. Therefore, many people spread legends of the man in the sky and his scarce outings. The tales varied from dates to murder to peaceful walks in Central Park, yet not a single person knew where he went. Well, three people knew, but we’ll return to that

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