I Am Working Class.

I am working class

I am working class.
I know the nitty-gritty, get yer hands dirty, get stuck in, have a cuppa.
I know the trust y’neighbour, love yer family, take care of each other.
I know the no illusions, no grand delusions of one another.

I know the polar opposites of fascist skinheads verses diversity lovers,
never judge a punk book by its cover.
I know the pride of achievers and the never-behind-leavers. Acting like there’s nothing in it.
I know the “know yer roots”, the “fill yer boots”, the ‘you’ve no limits’.

I know hard-worked hands, the way someone stands, that life has been harsh.
I know the nicotine stains, the pub-‘drains’, life’s snuffed short – too unjust to ignore.
I know the social limits, the reality in it, the place we’re s’ppose to take.
I know the internalised, inherited doubt, the self-imposed hurdles we place.

I know the riots, the fires, the anger, the fury, repeated “never-again”s.
I know the hopelessness, the hope, the never give up, one final fight more.
I know the interconnections of the unjustness of how the rich treat the poor.
I know all of these things, I’ve seen them all, and I know so much more.

I am working class. I know.

About Hayley Stevens 442 Articles
Hayley is a ghost geek and started to blog in 2007. She uses scientific scepticism to investigate weird stuff and writes about it here while also speaking publicly about how to hunt ghosts as a skeptic.

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