You congratulate me On every... tiny... victory Like I am tiny, like I'm a baby Whose cheerio bowl is emptied On time with the finale of your meal And cheered on when I'm not whiny When fighting this or that ordeal And like a parent to a child You tell me that you're proud of me As if YOU get the reward of pride As though you built my profile But through all your ignorance... I smile Entertained by anything shiny.
You didn't make me into this fighter. But I do hope you're inspired. You barely know me.