Why I will NEVER die

   My art, my words, my voice, my face will all carry on. Long after my body has been turned into ash and poured into the ocean, I will live on through those just as lost as I am today. One day I will find my way, and I will teach others to find theirs. I will not stop until my blood, sweat and tears have been seen by the world. I will speak and sing in every language. I will write novels, songs and poetry. I will conquer the brodway stage and take over theater screens. My voice will be heard. My story will be told. I will give people hope that they can find a way out of their misery.
   But first, I have to find the courage to tell 30 of my peers. Ignorant and bored. Baby steps, Mae. Baby steps...