I am a poet, an author of sorts. Sometimes words come to me, and sometimes I go in search of words.
I ponder, and think, and wonder about many things. I question how things are, and why they are. Some things I can accept, like rainbows and waterfalls. Some things I don’t accept, like assumptions and type casting. There is a vast world of possibilities out there. We have it hard enough, sometimes, when we try to fly with broken wings. We don’t need some idiots with slingshots trying to bring us down because they like to hurt other people.
The raven laughs. 
“We don’t need some idiots with slingshots trying to bring us down because they like to hurt other people.” Well said Raven. The only positive aspect to this side is that such idiots bring out the best side in, if we persist. And of course, what you say about assumptions and typecasting is true.
Way I think of it, they can chase us and try to pull us back, but the ones who actually make it a habit to destroy the weak are people I’d rather have far, far away. A man who is lame cannot walk if you remove his crutches, but if you tear iut his eyes he can’t even see to know where the crutches are.