02 Mar 00

 

 

Negativity

 

 

It's the vibe I feel

Whenever we greet

The need to put distance

Between you and me

 

The way I cringe

At the foul/harsh words

You speak

That leaves a bad taste in me

 

It's you're attitude

Of the world

"The shit" it brings

A reasoning, I don't see

 

The frown

 That's permanently etched?

Into thee

That threatens to cross to me

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III