Minority Poem by Cynthia Grieser

You tell me life is fair? Look around.
Is it fair I work longer hour to be pad less money?
Is it fair jobs are turned down, because of the color of my skin?
Is it when an item goes missing my family's accused?
Is it fair when whole families have to worry about food?
Or what about the little girl with no shoes?
Fair to have to show papers everywhere I go?
Look at our lives. Step in our shoes.
Is it fair?