Is Ferris sexist? A poem of adversity. 

In the halls of academia, where knowledge takes its stand,

A tale unfolds at Ferris, a chapter most unplanned.

On a chilly Sunday morn, just before classes would commence,

A Barnard student sought a meal, her hunger too intense.

But Ferris’ doors stood closed to her BCID, a denial most profound,

While Columbia students entered to eat, pesto pasta bowls abound.

No other dining halls were open on that very tragic day,

The Barnard student faced a choice: off-campus lunch, a steep price to pay.

A walk to Wu & Nussbaum and $15 later,

A Barnard baddie’s journey, a wallet’s heavy freighter.

Off-campus dining, a choice not freely made,

In the shadows of injustice, where fairness starts to fade.

Was it sexism that lingered, a bias stark and clear,

In the dining hall’s decision, a message she could hear?

On a Sunday morn, where unity should thrive,

The price of inequality left her pasta dreams deprived.

In the echoes of this tale, a call for equity,

For dining halls to open hearts, with inclusivity.

May Ferris reconsider, reflect upon this plight,

And welcome all before the dawn (of classes), to dine in shared daylight.

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