Handicapped

People stare
Looking in fear
Watching tragedy
Feeling Pity
I try to ignore them
Considering their expressions
Studying me
They’re fortunate

I am slow
Welcomed by few
Rejected by many
Shunned by others
I speak so few words
Appearing to be dumb
They think I’m dense
They don’t comprehend

I have a mind
Preparing actions
Processing ideas
Feeling emotions
They’re blind to my beauty
Deaf to my voice
Ignorant to my views
They’re handicapped