This poem was inspired mainly because of an event that happened today. I recently fractured my ankle, putting me in a wheelchair. I chose a wheelchair so that my crutches would not get kicked and I would fall over. As I rode in my wheelchair, already sad that I could not walk for a while, people would walk by and call me a "*******". Now, I would usually have no problem with it but after a while, it just gets offensive how they use it. People would say, "Watch out for the *******" or "I can't believe that ******* hit me" (I would accidentally hit other people when I rode to class). As I rode to class today, my big wheel got stuck in the door bump. A classmate walked by and laughed at me and yelled, "You're going to be late.", in a jeering tone. I honestly did not know what to do. I could not reply or I would be shot down quick. I just decided to ignore it. This event may not be applicable to many of you, but this truly hurt me.