the bravest hero
is the one who has known loss
the one who hold the weight of the universe willingly 

the deadliest hero
is the one who dares to dream of a better world
the one who has a future they want 

the strongest hero
is the one in love
the one with a home worth dying for

the best heroes are broken
they know what it means to be bruised 
they know what it means to have blood stained hands
they know what it means to have the belief of a lover

heroes aren’t gods or blessed
if anything they are cursed the worst of all humans
they have the powers to transform the world
but it comes at the cost of everything they hold dear

you can’t name a hero who was happy for long
their burdens aren’t meant for smiles
and their bodies aren’t granted gentleness
for war runs through their veins as much as love does

—  On Heroes by Abby S

So today at Half Price Books when I went up to check out, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation happening at the next register–and judging by the cashier’s face, it had been happening for a while already by the time I arrived. Instead of taking his purchase and getting out of the way, this middle-aged man had hung around to tell the female cashier all about how women are incapable of forming real friendships because they’re too busy competing with each other for male attention. I eavesdropped on this in silent incredulity until the male cashier ringing me up muttered, “Sorry you have to listen to this. I’m going to give him thirty more seconds and then I’m gonna shoot him.” So I just said, “Man, if you need a witness you got one,” because that, book lovers, is the side of Texas I like to see.