It Started With a Kiss (for Nicola Adams)
Your fist, her chin,
in the ring that never before
let the likes of you in.
Did you think about that
as you laid those blows, about
those who knocked you down
for a hundred and sixteen years?
They marked your gold
at the art gallery.
Outside, not in.
There are some fights
you are yet to win.
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From 'The Taking Part': https://joewilliams.co.uk/publication/the-taking-part/