Cleopatra

How do we take control of our story once we’re dead?

How do we write the wrongs that men have written

Over and over and over again

Seared into our minds like a brand

You see, we don’t see you for what you were

We only see you as how you were told

Just another hedonistic woman in history whose own downfall was herself

Its all out of your control now

Your image is wrecked and ruined

You’ve been forgotten and damned

By both the gods and the people

And the worst part is

Is that no one can ever truly fix that

And it makes you think

How many times has this happened

Again and again and again?