Tag: LifeStories

The Butterfly Series by Dame Unique

Welcome to The Butterfly Series!

A collection of creative pieces about transformation and mental growth. With this collection, I share with my readers moments of change that has occurred both within and around my life.

Some pieces derive directly from my heart, whereas other pieces flow out of my mind at a pace I have no control over.

I’m truly thankful for everyone that has assisted with the rise of my inner phoenix. I agree, 2020 has been a challenging year for all the inhabitants of this earth. However, life is about growing, understanding and expressing your soul.

This collection is for all the stars that glow in the night sky.

Thank you for reading!

Love Unique

World Mental Health Day

Earlier this evening I had written a blog post that consisted of 1500 words. However, upon reflection, I’ve decided not to post it. This is out of respect for the memory of someone I once knew and held in high regard.

Some of you may know that in 2019 I went through a profound set of changes in my life. A few of which I have touched on lightly through conversations behind the protection of…

During the months of emotional pain that was inflicted on my existence, I felt as though I could not confide in anyone. It has taken months of work to acknowledge what happened, accept that it has happened and to move forward. That this person is no longer in my life and I admit, I have grieved the absence of our connection. However, in some ways, I’ve learned to identify other elements in my life that today I embrace.

If you or anyone you know are going through a difficult time and aren’t sure what to do. Please speak with someone or get in touch with an organisation that specialises in Mental Health.

If you or someone else you know:

  • Has a change in appetite
  • Feeling low.
  • Thinking about death.
  • Withdrawing from family & friends.
  • Change in sleeping habits.
  • Lack of interest in personal hygiene.

Please know that support is out there for you.

  • Mental Health.org
  • Samaritans
  • Childline
  • Rethink Mental Illness
  • Nightline

There is no shame in struggling with your mental health. All of us at one point go through something that impacts on our mental health.

The best thing I can advise is to seek help and know that support is out there for you.

Know that you matter and every heartbeat counts.

Love

Unique

Love me, Love me Not.

The bright hue of Scarlett.

The warm scent of new.

The heavyweight of sorrow.

The belief of love renewed.

The reality of intention and deception.

The thoughts so dark and grey.

The scope of fame and fortune, with clickbait, added each day.

The whores attitude of your attitude towards my existence.

The ego you blow up and in my space, the knife stabbed through to mitigate it.

The blue blocks of builds hiding the levels of coerced promotions.

The white lines of the show you glamorise as actualisation.

The whisky you take straight on a Tuesday afternoon.

The roar from my heart at the sign of a new moon.

The rust from your mindset as it’s set in its ways.

Love me, love me not I don’t care anymore, anyway.

Womb Justice

‘Where’s your kids at? I have mine. Time is ticking.’ – known imbecile

Gone are the days that people are proud of you for all you’ve accomplished, starting from the pits of society. Don’t seek them as they’ve been eradicated.

My credentials are visible to those that wish to see them. I’m not a foghorn or a viral social media post. I’m Unique.

I’ve spent a lot of time focused on my interests. I’m assigning large quantities of time to my creative pursuit. Makes no difference in the eyes of a known individual who recently mocked my womb.

A womb that is ageing with each passing year, ridiculed for not yet producing offspring.  *Don’t take a moment to see if a woman is medically okay!

Air your deep thoughts during a discussion about facilities in a household that is not shared. They felt it was fair to desecrate on my womb credentials – ‘time is ticking.’

There are some people throughout my life that I’ve stepped back from and stopped talking to. The cut-off. The known individual has been added to this category of ignorance.

No woman should be made to feel inadequate based on the thoughts of an ignorant form of existing life.

No woman should be made to feel useless because their womb has yet to bare seeds.

No woman’s education should be discarded because known individuals believe women belong in the kitchen and caring for children.

No woman should have to experience the levels of disrespect that I recently went through.

…

To the known individual,

Your comments shot through my existence ten-fold. I’ll never forgive your ignorance.

The fact you feel your docile mind has any room in the world to comment on any womb is beyond me.

Your current partner has a womb.

Your daughter has a womb.

Will you impose the same taunts onto them?

I wonder if your role was reversed and you experience the nightmares many women face. If you’ll still make scornful comments.

I’ll never forgive your Incomprehension on mindfulness and basic respect.

Always remember your comments and do express them to your partner and your daughter if ever they face similar womb trials and tribulations.

I believe in equality and fairness.

Don’t stop being sexist on account of my womb.

Regards,

Unique

The Coin

In my pocket

I had £1 in my pocket. Left pocket, coat pocket.

I held it tight.

‘Spare some change please love?’

But what of this love? Who’s love? I don’t love you. You don’t know me. I’m walking by, right past you.

I reply, ‘sorry, I don’t have any spare change.’

What of spare change? Who has spare money? How would one define spare?

‘God bless you.’

What of this God? Why does he not bless you with the spare change you seek? Why do you ask for the change from strangers, when God is known as ‘all-mighty’ and women are seen as weak?

My coin is now hot.

My pocket is toasty and warm.

My mind wonders if God will return and save you, from your likelihood of doom.

I didn’t Know

I didn’t know about you prior to you being you and noticing me.

I hadn’t heard of you before you spoke directly to me.

I had never seen you before.

I didn’t know you were an undercover dickhead.

I hadn’t foreseen your consistent dramas and nonsensical way of life, prior to that day.

I didn’t know you’re just a glorified mouthpiece.

I can’t imagine you becoming anything more than you are currently – that is nothing.

Snakes Invade my Space

Snakes Invade my Space

They wear suits.

They appear friendly.

They stab your soul and act as you’ve harmed them.

Their lies are accepted by those who look akin to their reflection.

They wear burgundy, they dress professionally.

They spread lies – faster than coronavirus.

They breed and multiply, they outlive the good ones. It’s like they never fade away and die.

Snakes slither around my feet, acting weak and in need like their life is deep and unseen by Unique.

They don’t strike out and bite into my Achilles muscle. They slither back and report I stomped on their heads. The slither by again, slower than the first time, they smile as they’ve successfully poisoned the ignorant heartbeats, within my space.

A group of snakes can hiss the same shit, they can do that daily. This does not equal the truth being reiterated by one.

 A pit of snakes slid through my path, they tricked the masses and smiled at me during the process. Upon reflection, I now realise your life was never more than an insignificant birth.

Harassment

The bus was crowded but I boarded as the weather was awful and I needed to get home.

There was no space so I stood near to doorway, the driver shouted for us to move further down the bus, but there was nowhere to for us to go.

I held on tight to the nearest bar and tried to avoid leaning into people when the bus made hard turns. That’s when I felt your coat, sliding across my left arm. Back and forth, once was enough – but then it continued, I looked around and I looked at you, but you did not look at me. The texture I felt had vanished.

You looked ahead in the direction you were facing and that was beyond my presence.

I froze.

I turned away. The bus swayed and came to a halt, it wasn’t my stop but I had to inch closer to a lady standing beside me. I had no choice but to make room for the other passengers.

The bus continued and I was no closer to home than when my journey started 8 minutes ago. I felt your coat again, sliding up and down my lower back. I was too scared to turn around, so I moved my handbag and for a moment, you stopped.

A minute or two later, you pressed against me and I could feel your…

That night I felt violated on public transport.

That night I wanted to scream, ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ but I lost my voice.

That night my mind was pushing me to push my way through the others and get off at the next stop – but it was dark, and the rain was heavy, and I had no money to get another service.

That night you chose me.

That night you touched me, over and over again.

That moment, I couldn’t even cry, shout, speak, move, I was frozen.