Sweet Home (Even In) Alabama


Never mind the fragrance
Of the burgeoning verdure
Feel the unspoken pressure
Diversity is a cussword here
Imported from elsewhere

Born and schooled here
Taught, “Us versus Them”
Until I took a first toke
First shock, then clarity
We are one, you and I


This is a response to the prompts at http://thesecretkeeper.net/2015/09/21/writing-prompt-3//

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 15, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. There may be differences between all of us but that should allow for variety not derision. Yet the forest cannot be seen for the green of the bushes and trees. Somehow the difference brings on hatred and sometimes murder/slaughter. It is a MAD world filled with MAD people who want to destroy b/c they feel they weren’t loved the way they deserved to be. I say, Get Therapy. Work it out but not with guns and bombs.

    Very inspirational poem. Thank you for participating in the Challenge. I am going to keep going with it. Good writing exercise. I like it and it seems others are joining in and enjoying the surprise of words I conjure up each week. They come from a magical, mystical place, I do not quite understand.

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  2. I agree but why do we think otherwise?

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