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love.

love is innate,

it ain’t a trait. 

we don’t have to be taught it. 

like the heavy rains after a dry season, 

it just be pouring. 

but it’s fear being spread in these streets. 

we are taught not listen to our inner knowing, 

my ears have been aching. 

from ignoring the voice within, 

but i have awakened. 

no longer will fear stifle the light that radiates, 

oh love awaits.