I am told I am beautiful. That I have a nice figure, lovely eyes, a pretty smile.. But I want to be known as more than a sum of my outward appearance. I want people to look at me and see the poetry that built me, and the sorrow that torn me down. I want to show people that I am strong, and I have the mind to match it. That I may be beautiful, yes, but that I have words and worlds living in my heart because they are what kept me alive so long. I want them to know that it’s okay to be afraid, and that being scared is not a horrid thing. I want to be living, breathing truth that it’s possible to live even when you don’t think you can. I want to save lives with my own. I want to be a hero to someone else that I had in fictional characters; I want everyone to know that they are human, and that that is okay. It’s okay to feel. I want people to know that just because I have a pretty face, that is not what I am. I am so much more than that. An that’s perfectly fine.
— Adrian D. Epps