I do not fit the box we are given when we are growing up
              it has been beaten from the inside far too much
           the crumbling cardboard box doesn’t emulate the woman
    that has evolved from my skin.

                     and there’s something in the way my hand rests on your arm
            that makes you more aware of the white noise in your ears
                            and I have never been one to sit on the sidelines
                  heroes must rise to the top with their own two feet, 

       you shook yourself off, the dust settled around your boots
                 and you gave back that number you were holding
            started your own answers
                        began your own line

       I can’t feel anything from the vibrations
                but I don’t need anything but the honor and the glory
            we bleed promise, we exhale legendary
                               and if we cannot succeed triumphantly,

                  we will watch over you.

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Some love for Overwatch character Brigette when she first came out.