Delicate Love in a Cruel World

Hearts beat tender under the African sky,
Whispers of love,
Hidden,
Fragile
Yet strong.

In shadows they find comfort, fearing the dawn,
Where judgment and hate cast cruel stones.

Love,
Pure and unyielding, knows no bounds,
Yet faces walls of ignorance,
Ancient and cold.

Why must affection be cloaked in fear,
when love is the most human act of all?

Voices strictly silenced by the weight of tradition,
Long for the freedom to simply be.

Their love is not a threat, but a truth,
a delicate bloom in a harsh, uncaring land.

Can we not see the beauty in their joy,
And embrace the diversity that enriches us all?

Each heart,
Deserves its own journey,
to love and be loved,
Openly, without scorn.

In unity,
We can lift the veil of prejudice,
Nurturing a world where love is free to flourish.

Africa's strength lies in her diversity,
Let every love story be heard,
Honored,
And held dear.


..................................[AFRO PRIDE]......................

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