The Butterfly Circus

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

the next Pharaoh after her Tuthmosis III  tried to erase Hatshepsut out of history ,chiseled her name off her monuments ,covered the text on her obelisks with stone,knocked down and defaced her statues .

she was even left off the list of pharaohs ..talk about some patriarchy bullshit

her name was lost for a couple of millennia, her body was found in a unmarked grave  in early twentieth century

Um, pardon me. Let’s not forget the real story…

King Hatshepsut was not erased from history because she was a woman. There is no “patriarchal BS” going on. She was erased from history because Thutmose III was bitter that she had taken up so many years of what “should have been” his prime rule. She also re-opened trade with outside nations, which scared many Egyptians, who had a long policy of isolationism based on religious values. Also, she traced her lineage to the Egyptian mother goddess, who was goddess of ALL the gods and goddesses, which Thutmose III found threatening (he wasn’t her son, he was son of the and heretical.

The people loved her, however, so he couldn’t just erase her from the afterlife without a cause. So, he used the only thing he could— her affair with her lover. See, Egyptians believed in loyalty by the woman to her dead husband, so any affair after his death was worthy of death. So he used that as an excuse to ‘punish’ her, by which he really meant destroy her chances of coming back in the afterlife. So he erased her from all writing (because your name was your ticket to the after life), and kicked her out of her tomb into an unmarked one.

But then how do we know her name?

That, my friends, is the greatest love story of ancient Egypt.

An awesome lady, bereft of her lord husband, filled his shoes, uplifted the realm, and changed her world.

She fell in love with someone else, but the love was forbidden.

After her death and burial, her successor tried to erase her from time, space, and memory.

Her lover found out the plot, wheedled the location her body was disrespectfully removed to, broke into her tomb, forfeiting his own salvation, desecrated a wall in her burial chamber to write her name and ensure her salvation, and died in the dark recesses of the earth, pining and waiting to rejoin her whom he loved.

Hatshepsut - A Love Passing Death

I am Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. In the name of all that is good, your wrath upon this world is over.