I am not the image you perceive me to be. I am not the sum of all the books I’ve read or the critical theories I’ve learned. I am not simply a collection of experiences had at a small liberal arts college nestled in Pennsylvania. I am not bits and pieces of the characters I’ve played or a composition of the papers I’ve written. I am not an Egyptian diluted by American culture. I am not like all the others you know. I am not your misconception. I am not your idea or vision. You cannot fill in the missing pieces.

I am a God-fearing woman.

I have traded in my armor for a crown.