Will We Ever Win?

All I remember from that moment,

was the smell of the coffee brewing,

I hate the smell of coffee brewing.

The news stuck to me like the residue from a sticker worn to long,

but suddenly I wasn't from here,

I was an outsider looking in,

at the horror that's about to begin.

Opened my eyes that morning with hope,

almost as if the sun was peeking at me from under my eyelids.

I walked upstairs and didn't expect to know,

it was just another morning,

another morning closer to our dream.

That's what we saw her as,

the dream that every little girl has had.

We work twice as hard to get half as far,

we build resumes that would impress the highest of world leaders

then are passed over for the boss's nephew.

Our bodies are being made into crime scenes

for the most morally righteous to judge and gawk at from their high horses.

It almost makes me question if we'll ever win.

I wonder if my future child will know what to do,

they all say we will be the ones to fix it but we're at a standstill,

we don't know how to fix a system this broken,

At least I don't.

I hope someone does.