Slow

Every time someone treats me as though I am less of a human than she or he is, I feel rage. Look right through me, assholes.  Ask in hushed whispers if I’m slow. Fuck you. How fucking dare anyone look down on me. Even if I were slow as you think, does that mean  you can’t act as though I exist? Maybe it’s the American way. Fat white trash slobs with childish voices and the inability to look people in the eye should be kept away from decent folks.  They should die so us rich people no longer have the burden of their existence.
I really shouldn’t have been born.