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5: Curb Appeal by Adan Bean

March 12, 2017


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Check out this episode on Unpleasant Design from 99 ½ invisible: HERE


Check out these episodes on Busting the Myths of Poverty from On The Media: HERE


Some organizations in Atlanta addressing Homelessness:


Be The Bridge Organization (for racial reconciliation):


Book: The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander


Documentary: 13th on Netflix


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Below are the words from the poem "Curb Appeal", written and performed by Adan Bean.


Curb Appeal


Be as it may;


Home of the castaways


the city whispers


We fast and pray.


A sinner’s saturday


The saints of the latter-day,


From the Fabulous Fox


We're like a block away,


Courtland & Pine, where misfortunes align


the great disparity between your portion and mine


Such a morbid design, but of course with the time


that passes it has to start warping our mind


This familiar ugly


The foreign beauty


Amidst these redlined neighborhoods


You might find a ruby


There’s hidden gems


in plain sight


In this vicious world


Rufus Wainwright


[when you’re] limbo-ing the poverty line


your life is some kind of crime


Panhandle for dollar signs;


feeding me can get you fined


Medicate w/ freebase, drank or wine


Missing rungs on that ladder to success they want us to climb



“No handouts”


“I don’t carry cash”


"I got you next time”


“This is all I have”


Every decline to help


sounds super hollow


hungry belly with


only pride to swallow


The pebbles of the street


leave impressions on my cheek


today’s newspapers serve


as tonight’s bedsheet


Trying to make ends meet,


Locked in a dead heat


with survival and yet,


I’m racing with these lead feet


Just as well


(the streets of) Pratt & Bell


Prior to heaven


But after hell


Poverty’s Paradise


Vagrant Valhalla


Somewhere between the Inshallah


and the Our Father


The park is my kitchen


my livingroom is that bridge


my bed is that bench


and the trashcan is my fridge


Midtown, 4th Ward,


SW - too strong


The scabs of the city


Been picked at for too long


Foxes have holes, birds have nests, the son of Man has no place where he can rest.


Foxes have holes, birds have nests, the son of Man has no place where he can rest.



The poverty stricken


the inadequate


the indigent


the hapless


the penniless


the destitute


the only difference is...


...these guys rock a tie and suit.


Corporate Camouflage; 3 car garage


The McMansion expansion; opulent mirage


The 5 bedrooms; curb appeal, class struggle


The economy will commonly burst your housing bubble


The suburban sprawl


gaudy high rises


lock in the mortgage rate


'fore they increase prices


empty developments


vacant subdivisions


Cee-Lo told you that that gate could become a prison


Listen - nothing’s wrong if you and yours want a lawn


But a man’s castle is a hassle


if that's where his hearts drawn


A house ain’t a home;


let the government foreclose you;


it’s so true


A roof over your head, can ironically, expose you.


Foxes have holes, birds have nests, the son of Man has no place where he can rest


Foxes have holes, birds have nests, the son of Man has no place where he can rest.


"And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again..."


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