Much has been written about low impulse control, violent nature, and blatant rudeness

Always playing the victim, as the view from the outside world sees the group as a pack of opportunists

It starts early in life when the baby is raised by a single mother still in her teens

The kid grows up too smart for school, withdrawn, or acting out just to create scenes

Realizing his or her dream to become famous comes with work, practice, and sacrifice

This individual doesn’t have the ambition, drive or talent to pay that price

The single mother really didn’t care. The baby had been a burden on her still young life

Her nightly dreams shattered by the shrill cry of the infant cutting through her own fantasies like a knife

The food stamps, the monthly check and the government housing were never enough

Still the TV ads, the credit card companies, and the store displays always encouraged to buy more stuff

The jobs available were always the same. The night shift at the nursing home, second shift fast food worker or convenience store clerk

Usually fired from one or all jobs because between the baby and having no weekends off the management didn’t appreciate the no-show at work

Anger becomes a way of life. It’s not my fault, others have it better, the government owes me more

What doesn’t help is people look away from the perceived rabble like you. The far-away eyes, the smirk, or self-righteous pity, all things you deplore

So you live three levels of humanity below where you think you should be

Trying to get by day to day, hoping the car will start, and shacked up with an unemployed parolee

Wondering how all those other white people have it better than me