They hate me even if I don’t speak a word. It could be where I came from, what I’ve been given, my faith, or just a perception that is far from reality that burns their 
heart. The rage only intensifies when “words” come out that don’t fit their vernacular, culture, or accent. They hate me not only for whom I am but for whom they think I can become and what supposed power I’ll be able to “control over them”. The truth doesn’t matter just the rage in their heart. There is nothing I can do to stop the haters just be the best person I can be even as this can fuel some of their “fires”. Life may not be fair but so is blind hate that has no picture except in the viewers mind.