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A Watoot Mar 2015
coffee
ph5 acidic
nutty
hot
strong
bold

milk
ph6.7 slightly acidic
creamy
neutralizer

sugar
*I do not sugar coat boldness.
A piece of me.
A Watoot Mar 2015
Please don't let yourself drown in the ocean of lies.
Late night thoughts.
A Watoot Mar 2015
So you tell us we do not amount to anything,
and scream in our brains that we are nothing.
But before you speak, have you seen,
The efforts we have been exerting.

Aida, before you tell us anything,
Please know what you are saying.
Have you seen the efforts we made outside these walls,
and all the things we've been through, we won't fall.

Aida, please listen, I know you're busy,
If you dig deeper, you'll smell something fishy.
We did this because you provoked us all
In order to accomplish, we must throw the ball.

Aida, do you know the story of our humble beginnings?
If not, you don't have the right to treat us like you're the one who's winning.
You are not one of us, Aida.
You will never be like us.
People will see all your flaws.  They will never really focus on what you do right.  It's always forgotten.  It will always be.
When you lose, they will never care about you.
And when you win, they share your glory.
A Watoot Mar 2015
In my anger,
heart is heavy,
you laughed at me.
You're a dense ******.
A Watoot Mar 2015
She turns off the lights,
lights a scented candle- lavender, her favorite.
She lays her tired body
and surrenders to the needs of her inner self.
She knows she's empowered.
She knows herself.
She knows what she wants.

Her petals wet with her desires.
She reaches inwards as deep as the night.

Her body quivers while she lets out soft moans
until she can take it no more; but she knows what she wants.
She never stopped reaching for the glory of self love.

Her moans grow louder.
Her state of mind in disarray.

An earthquake.
A huge internal earthquake.

Non-destructive.
Recuperative.

Pulse.  Pulse.  Pul­se.

She knows what she wants.
She breathes in deep and smiles.
Another take on sensual.
  Mar 2015 A Watoot
nivek
Art
your art shook my foundations
disturbed my complacency

now I understand
why you are so needed

plain as you are
your voice came to me

and then I realised
it was I who was speaking
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