Built for these fights…
damn right you were.
19 and counting,
your blood, tears, and mascara
have become your war paint.
The disasters that are your recurring incidents…
the Battle on Divorced Parent Hill,
airstrikes of aggressive men,
charge after charge of shady counterparts…
they have not crush you.
The countless other battle scars
from your more silent tales of combat
are also living proof of your survival.
Take note of these truths in your next attack;
you were built for these fights.