I can't tell you, how much poverty is in my city. I just know it is. When you enter Crockett, Texas, you have a feeling; you smell the stench, the worry, the hate. Crockett is filled with hate; racism, the projects. This town's population is 4,743 people. 49% of Crockett is the projects, most of it is just the backwoods of a small county city. But more importantly, Crockett's pollution and STD percentages are almost off the charts. You can tell when you walk down a nearby street, which is most certainly not smart. You might get the possibility of being mugged, stabbed, shot, or hit up for a little bit of pot. You could quite possibly get hit up for the job of standing on the nearest street corner, selling yourself for money. This is Crockett, and this is poverty. There is no where in my city where someone can breathe, or where you can just take a moment that is dedicated to life and the surroundings that make your life what it is. The only place you might actually find that special moment is in your room, where you can be alone, wonder about the possibility of creating a better living enviroment for those around you. Crockett has so many enviromental issues that I don't even know where to begin. If there wasn't so much filth, garbage and stench, then perhaps Crockett "might" be presentable to the world.