by Samuel-Malachi Odekunle
Published on: Nov 13, 2007
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Type: Poetry


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

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