Junior

He fights for the name on his back.
He uses the rage she gave him.
He breaks his body to heal his broken heart.
We cheer him on like a family gone mad.
The adrenaline is coursing through us all.
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or throw up.
He won’t give up, blow after blow, taken and given.
He’s made of steel, his muscles are cords of iron,
His hands are blocks of granite.
He takes the hits and keeps going forward.
There’s nothing to go back to.
He made us proud, he’s everyone’s hero.
He fought through pain and fatigue.
And he won.  We all won with him.
He fights for the name on his back.