Inspired by Milas story

They think that the world is equal, and maybe from they’re point of view it is. But I’m a women in a “mens” job, and from down here, I can see just how wide the gap is. I guess that’s why I set out by myself to get my morning cup of coffee. And why I always lock the car doors immediately when I get in. Just changing the laws didn’t make people think equally. Maybe that’s why none believes me that our chief was the murderer. Because he a highly ranked male, and I am just a lonely woman, with not much evidence to back up my claim. I know it’s him. I found his fingerprints on the weapon, but he would just claim that he had to inspect the weapon and that’s why his fingerprints are on it. And I know it’s him, but nobody believes me. I don’t know what else I can do to prove it without the support of my coworkers, so I guess i’m letting him get away with it. And I feel the small part of me that still believed that equality could be reached, slowly fade away forever.

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