This is a zine I put together a few months ago with poems and art based on my travels throughout The Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, Manhattan and Newark. The poems are inspired by observations and one in particular, The Rationale, is based on common justifications for not helping the homeless. It's about how we turn our discomfort into anger and prejudice when we see a street-homeless person whose existence forces us to confront injustice.
We pulled into Penn Station and rushed off the train.
On the ivory tile, we noticed a stain.
A man on the floor like a spill or a smudge,
Which we all stepped around – the man didn't budge.
The manager knocked on the maintenance door,
And told them ‘Go clean up the mess on the floor.’
The janitors sick of such mopping and sweeping
Propped up a sign that said Caution: Man Sleeping.