I AM MY HERO

I watched a movie last night that inspired me to write this blog. I was forced to become my own hero and I wish I could say it was by choice. As a woman I can honestly say that I would love to have a man to call my hero. I can only speak for myself. What happened to the days when a man was the King in his castle? When a woman can turn to her man to just make it happen? To be her protector, her best friend, her confidant, her provider? Back in the days women raised their daughters to be the perfect woman for their husband. They raised their daughters to stick by their man no matter what happens, no matter what he did or did not do. They raised their daughters to find their man, marry him and stay married. Give that man what he wanted to make him want to come home. Nowadays, sadly enough, we are teaching our daughters that they do not need a man for anything. We teach our daughters that they don't have to put up with shit from no man. That there are plenty of men out there. Sometimes I wish that I was born and raised in the older days. Back then, men protected and stood up for women. Today, its the men that we fear emotionally or physically. Who is supposed to be our hero?
I am my own hero, not by choice but because I was raised to be. I would love to have a man around to help me pay bills, to help me raise my children, to be my protector and provider. How are fathers raising their sons? How are fathers leaving women to raise their boys? Where are the men to show our daughters what they should expect and accept from a man? Who is supposed to show them what greatness looks like? Where are the heroes? We are so lost as a people because we don't know or respect our positions, our worth or each other. I am my children's HERO. Their mother, father, lawyer, teacher, chef, doctor, their everything. I am a Hero in search of a Hero.

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From the heart of The BlackButterfly