C H A M P I O N

For the teenage mothers.
The ones who stood alone in bathrooms.
The ones who told their mothers and wished they hadn't.
The ones who told no one.
The ones who sat in the back of classrooms with futures rearranging themselves in real time while the teacher talked about something that no longer applied.
The ones who watched their friends go to prom.
The ones who signed scholarship papers with one hand and held a baby with the other.
The ones who were called fast.
The ones who were called ruined.
The o...