Blue Collar Man

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Blue Collar Man

Crack of dawn man

70+ hours a week man

No weekend man

Two jobs to make ends meet man

Two jobs so his family can eat man

No rest so his family can have somewhere to sleep man

Blue Collar Man

Perseverance man

Faithful man

Atlas man

Beast of burden man

Working his fingers to the bone

So we can feast on the fruits of his labour man

Blue Collar Man

Invisible man

Dreaming man

Hoping man

Loving man

Needing man

Happy man

What a man!

Blue collar Man.

I wrote this today as a tribute to those of us (men and women) who constantly slug at the system day in day out. Those of us who work so much we forget what it’s like to rest. Those of us who struggle to do what we need to do in order to survive a system that is constantly trying to control us, to wear us down, to kill us. Those of us who feel like we are not appreciated, that our work has no value. Those of us who chew on bitterness, hate and resentment because those at the top wearing their white collars can boast and brag at the fruits of OUR labour. The accomplishments that WE’VE achieved. The statistics and figures that make them look good because of the donkey work that WE did. The bonuses and celebratory meals that WE feed them. The only praise and recognition we get is more work, higher targets, more responsibility.

 Those of us in the service sector, in education, in care, in hospital, who work because we care. We bend over broad shouldered to protect our children, our sick, our vulnerable, while the system lashes us continuously with their whips of greed and control. We bleed gratitude, we bleed despair, we bleed hate, to protect the weak and fragile. The sensitive lives that will hopefully one day save ours. We work because we know that through our torture, others will benefit, others will thrive, others will live a life that we couldn’t live ourselves so instead slave to provide.

Every tear shed, every bead of sweat, every drop of blood, every aching foot, every headache, every sleepless night is a war wound from our everyday fight. Keep struggling, keep fighting, keep persevering and do it with a pure heart and a fervent mind. We need you. Without you our buildings will crumble, our lives would be lost, our children would have no future. To all the women who go out and work stupid hours and still come home to cook, clean, look after the kids, give up your weekends to ferry them to their many activities…We appreciate you. We admire you. We salute you. You teach us pride, ambition, self respect, discipline, humility, diligence. We are all stronger than we know. We are more than what we think we are. We are….WORTH! Have a good week. One love.

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