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    [post_content] => Three children, a gas bill of £300,
even with a heater permanently turned off –
praying away the cold in the winter months –
but

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.

Alone as I lounge in the tub,
moss growing on the ceiling as I stare through the water.
Another burden to carry in my backpack,
but

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.

I see many plodding through the terrain,
wonder who the doubles are and if I should fold my deck
since I’ve been lied to by many and hurt by those alike,
but

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.

I fall onto the concrete.
My knee bleeds, however, birthed with pads
(a foundation built by the past) my black doesn’t purple.
So I walk on and speak.

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.
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    [content] => Dipo is the first-prize winner in the 19-25 age category in the End Hunger UK challenge on Young Poets Network, and is commended in Ankita Saxena’s protest poetry challenge on Young Poets Network, remembering 100 years of the women’s vote in the UK.
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Fighting into the Night, for Light

Dipo Baruwa-Etti

Three children, a gas bill of £300,
even with a heater permanently turned off –
praying away the cold in the winter months –
but

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.

Alone as I lounge in the tub,
moss growing on the ceiling as I stare through the water.
Another burden to carry in my backpack,
but

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.

I see many plodding through the terrain,
wonder who the doubles are and if I should fold my deck
since I’ve been lied to by many and hurt by those alike,
but

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.

I fall onto the concrete.
My knee bleeds, however, birthed with pads
(a foundation built by the past) my black doesn’t purple.
So I walk on and speak.

I will always fight
for the right to be myself,
light to shine on me.