Since the rough draft isn't half bad I'm going to copy straight from the journal.
Okay an Asian woman just took a picture of me?
The pigeon -- sad face. There was this sickly pigeon. He was skinny, hurt, alone. Within a few seconds of noticing the pigeon, three Italian teenage boys came along. One decided to carelessly kick it before I could stop him. I rushed over saying, "NO...no!" They chose not to acknowledge me. They left as I approached closer and by this point I had decided I would guide the pigeon to the nearby fence for safety, it would be better than out here in the open.
So what if he was a pigeon? He deserved more than that. I'm upset over these reasons: The pigeon is a living being, yet a teen felt he had the right to kick it. And worse a group of bystanders watched unblinkingly as it was being shook to death. Another reason being, this pigeon and I were both alone. I'm not lonely, thank God, but I know the feeling. I also know that I am physically alluring enough to never feel too lonely. I'm also aware that doors open around me due to the face. Would Brendan invite me in if I were a crater faced thin haired girl? No. I know that personality can be a sharp card to play, but most often it's the face that gets non-English speaking strangers to help at every which way. Anyway bringing this back to the pigeon - Why should the pigeon suffer because it isn't appealing to the eye? They can't help the neck twitching or the fact that they have to eat to stay alive. Hello we all do. If pigeons looked like sparrows or doves doors would open for them as well. That's it for now.