I've been sitting with something heavy today — not for the first time, and probably not the last. It's the weight of classism, and how it quietly shapes our relationships, our workplaces, and our worth in the eyes of others.
Don't get me wrong — I know racism is real, alive, and deadly in this country. But I believe the deepest, most insidious divide in America is the one between the rich and the poor. Between those who do the "respectable" work and those who do the "dirty" work. Between who's seen and who's invisible.
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