I want you to miss ME

I want you to feel 

I want you to see 

I want you to know 

I want you understand 

I want you to feel, see, know and understand what it feels like 

Feelings of me and what it means to be me

What it means to let go off a loved and precious jewel  

What it feels like to no longer have a comforter or pacifier 

I want you to feel what it would be like

What it feels like to be unsupported and over powered

What it feels like to contain a million tears including yours without exploding 

What is feels to want to cry, but being unable to cry

What it feels like to want to run to someone, even you but not having anyone there to listen to you or hug you to sleep 

I want you to know what missing me feels like

What it means to be without me

What it means to call out for help and no one comes to support you 

What it means to finally call out for help and for you to not be there 

What it has meant to protect, sacrifice, shield you without a second thought or expectation of gratitude 

I want you to miss me, so you can see me, 

So you can understand what it means to be me

So you can eventually understand what it means to be me

I want you to miss me, so you can see me, know me, and feel me 

I want you to miss me 

Flip the Coin

Cleopatra crept into my mind 

Dressed she was in a long white dress and adorned in gold jewellery and sandals 

A statuesque slim and tall figure; filled with pride and self assurance

There she stood glaring at me through the hot summer shimmering sun

There she stood with her long jet black hair and piercing eyes motioning me towards her 

A Queen B born with will power, meant to be entitled and perceived an equal just as her male counterparts

Her surroundings castle and estate stood firm, pure white and spotless 

Yes an empire she possessed with a sense of pride and belonging 

There she stood glaring and wondering what had become of the world she once established 

What had become of her people the people she once knew to be a-dawned with selfless pride and bountiful characteristics meant to be kings and queens of their lands; 

 What had become of the fruitful world she once knew. What had she awoken to?  

I could hear her screams and her endlessness questioning; "for all the sacrifices I had to make, for you to only cast it all away. For all the blood, I had to sweat in order to pave the way for you. For all the empires and all the kings men, I had to over power in order to clear the thorny paths, so your feet could easily glide and follow my footsteps to greatness"

Her screams echoed and vibrated through the walls. "These walls,  these materials things all symbolise material things and some will perish, rust, crumble and never last'"

There she stood still with a sense of pride and determination ; Survival status of the fittest. 

" I paved the way so you could feel entitled and not feel like a second class citizen of this world. You were all meant to continue rising, beyond and above" 

I could visualise her,  feel her and her presence. I still see her as I write in my waking moments 

Cleopatra walked, graced the earth with pride, courage and self- determination. 

Over to you....