Uninspired
She claims she is uninspired
And this is why she is failing her art class.
I am at my wits end not knowing how to guide her.
She is too tired and doesn’t feel well, can’t work
And this is why she is failing her art class.
I am at my wits end not knowing how to guide her.
She is too tired and doesn’t feel well, can’t work
And this is why she is failing her art class.
I write checks each week for her tutor.
She is too tired and doesn’t feel well, can’t work.
She tells me she can't take it seriously.
I write checks each week for her tutor.
She is too tired and doesn’t feel well, can’t work.
She tells me she can't take it seriously.
I write checks each week for her tutor
But she has other work that is more compelling.
She tells me she can't take it seriously.
I send her to specialists to help her brain, her soul
But she has other work that is more compelling.
She tells me she can't take it seriously.
I send her to specialists to help her brain, her soul
But she has other work that is more compelling.
She is late, blows it off, puts forth no effort.
I send her to specialists to help her brain, her soul.
I explain that these things cost money.
She is late, blows it off, puts forth no effort.
I send her to specialists to help her brain, her soul.
I explain that these things cost money.
She is late, blows it off, puts forth no effort.
She accuses me of caring too much about money.
I explain that these things cost money.
Should I not care about money & work for free?
She accuses me of caring too much about money.
I explain that these things cost money.
Should I not care about money & work for free?
She accuses me of caring too much about money.
She yells ‘fuck you’ and slams her door.
Should I not care about money & work for free?
She walks out of the room.
She yells ‘fuck you’ and slams her door.
Should I not care about money & work for free?
She walks out of the room.
She yells ‘fuck you’ and slams her door.
When she perceives my temper rising,
She walks out of the room.
She says she's just being honest
When she perceives my temper rising,
She walks out of the room.
She says she's just being honest
When she perceives my temper rising
And then asks if I'd prefer she lie.
She says she's just being honest
But she refuses to talk to me about anything
And then asks if I'd prefer she lie.
She says she's just being honest
But she refuses to talk to me about anything
And then asks if I'd prefer she lie
Because, she says, I yell at her. I try not to yell,
But she refuses to talk to me about anything.
She says it's too late, I already yelled.
Because, she says, I yell at her. I try not to yell,
But she refuses to talk to me about anything.
She says it's too late, I already yelled.
Because she says I yell at her, I try not to yell.
I'm livid, a burning weight smolders in my chest.
She says it's too late, I already yelled.
I am trapped by her circular logic.
I'm livid, a burning weight smolders in my chest.
She says it's too late, I already yelled.
I am trapped by her circular logic.
I'm livid, a burning weight smolders in my chest.
I am at my wits end not knowing how to guide her.
I am trapped by her circular logic.
She claims she is uninspired.
I am at my wits end not knowing how to guide her.
I am trapped by her circular logic.
She claims she is uninspired.
~Andrine de la Rocha
posted 1/4/2012
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