by Samuel-Malachi Odekunle | |
Published on: Nov 13, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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I have a new name They call me Minority They say we are not the same There is not much of me around To make a uniform mix So on my application I am a minority But then who is the Majority You never hear them say Apparently they are more than me And they don’t need jobs too Too many minority unemployed Said the minority report So now I am employed And the Majority not But now what do I do I see a form in front of me A man with 3 children No wife, no home He wants a simple Janitor Job But wait We Can’t He’s the Majority How Ironic « return. |