Inspired by Martha Roslers The Bowery I decided i wanted to use text and image hand in hand in order to evoke the similiar emotions. I wanted physial humans absent but i wanted it to be clear that their presence could ve felt there.
The poem goes hand in hand with the image of the empty grungy alleyway
Homeless
Poverty stricken,
Looking for a sign?
Constrained, confined, nothing here is divine.
Constricted, afflicted, everyone here is addicted.
This is the street life,
They look at me as if I were a bum, but what I am is a mothers
son
Hard to tell who here isn’t a victim of the political capitalist
system
No need for a new flag,
We already have enough glam rags
Money spends fast.
Poverty doesn’t stay in the past.
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