"At work, I get called 'cleaner'," you say. Your speech it not quiet, nor proud; you're not sarcastic and, unusually, not resentful; you're certainly not bashful. I can feel my heart breaking, and pray you can't hear it in this room's unearthly muteness. "I can deal with being treated like shit. I get used to it. I have to. But I won't be shouted
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I kind of stole the title, though, from one of my favourite poets, Philip Larkin. it's a line from his poem 'Broadcast' which is the most beautiful one, or so one of my closest friends thinks, and I trust her judgement.
For some reason I thought of the line. I really do wonder why. But it fit. So I used it.
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