You may think you know me, but I promise you, you don’t. My eyes are different, heart is cold. Everything I’ve ever loved is gone, I’m an orphan. A product of an environment I’ve been trying so desperately to escape. Who am I? I’m the graffiti on a subway, I’m the pages of your journal, I’m the voice for the child who wants to scream but can’t because they’re afraid. I’m my father’s daughter, my brother’s sister, my mother’s daughter; I’m Asjiah Cappelli and this is my story.