Letters from Cairo (Pt. 2): Nefertiti

Nefertiti… Have you heard of her?
I feel like everyone has except me
My God, she’s a beauty
I bought a bust of her and couldn’t be more proud
You know she kinda looks like a love child
Of Michael Jackson and the chick in that video
Do you remember the time we played it on an endless loop?
Drank ourselves silly and danced till you threw up
Ha… Weakling 🙂
Anyway, I actually adore her spiritual side
She and her husband brought a revolution of monotheism to Egypt
And they were responsible for one of the wealthiest periods in Egyptian history
Plus she was probably the only Queen with as much power as the Pharoah
I think I’m besotted by her, I’m smitten through and through
I actually think I’m ready to head back home
With dryer eyes and a braver face
Like us, like most things, this is probably a phase
Today it’s Nefertiti
Tomorrow is uncertainty
But I’m fine with that
I’m fine with this
And I’m fine with me
Yours sincerely
Scion of Nefertiti

Letters from Cairo (Pt. 1): Cleopatra

I write this to you thoroughly inebriated in Egypt
So excuse me if things sound a little cryptic
You know, I was in a slump for longer than I’d admit
I guess I got the brutal end of our split
I think I YouTubed Michael Jackson’s “do you remember” one too many times
Yep, I was inspired to come here by my break up anthem
Stupid, I know, you think everything is
But there’s also my love for Cleopatra that motivated this
I’ve always considered myself a daughter of hers in spirit
Plus “Daughter of Cleopatra” has quite a ring to it
But her story is wrapped up in so many mysteries and discrepancies
Like, yeah, she was the first Pharoah queen in over 10 centuries
And yeah she was the last Pharaoh of Egypt
But there were like 6 Cleopatras before her
Her lineage was Greek, not Egyptian
Then there’s all the political nonsense that surrounded her
It’s like the more I knew, the less I could identify with her
Hmmm… I bet that sounds awfully familiar
I could go on but you get the point
Honestly, I wish I knew the point
Maybe a way to occupy my mind with something…
Or nothing…
Either way…
It’s goodbye Cleopatra…


Left hand clenched above the left side of my chest
Right hand holding my fist, heart in suspense
The shaft of an arrow grows like a stem between my fingers
Head rooted to my heart, the fletching blossoming like a flower
I cough out a bout of honey
My chest bursts out red confetti
A call to pull the metal
I fall into a pool of petals
Thus with a kiss I die
To be born in the next moment
Over and over again
With a kiss I die