If these walls could talk

If these walls could talk

A Poem by Kimberly Smith

If these walls could talk

She left out the back door when I was coming in the front
They would act as a mirror and tell me I’m beautiful
Because they know how many times I’ve cried
They would tell me I’m brave
Because they know between these four walls I hide
They wouldn’t tell on you
Because they keep secrets
They ignore the figures and pictures we hang to hide the ugly of our pride
If these walls could talk
What would they say?
Damn the price I would pay
They would say the way the head board beats them up
Screeches from her cheap painted on finger nails sealed their mouths shut
Or the way you watch him turn of his phone and throw it at you
With the rush of me coming home
The way you show favoritism to me because you seen the way we made love, and made 3 boys
That you grew to love and watch grow up
But just like you walls
I know the truth
But..
She left out the back door when I was coming in the front
They would act as a mirror and tell me I’m beautiful
Because they know how many times I’ve cried
They would tell me I’m brave
Because they know between these four walls I hide
If these walls could talk
They would say nothing at all

© 2009 Kimberly Smith


Author's Note

Kimberly Smith
ignore grammer lol

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Beautiful !
Full of a terrible emotion that we can only
hope to see, rarely do we witness such
honest fire.

Rated 100 %

------John

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow !! i didn't knw you keep spit fire lol .. Good Poem, Last Line .. just one word... "AWESOME"


Posted 15 Years Ago


I second Sam Davidson's comment,wholeheartedly.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Very moving, with a hint of anger overshadowed with the pride and determination it would take in a situation like this. But there is more. There is a sense of hopelessness that sometimes things aren't okay even if they may be better.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

... I don't know what to say. You capture something here, a world that's yours. A world that feels, well not hopeful, certainly not hopeful; ecstatic in anger maybe. There's no words for this kind of writing but I'll try; bold, honest, powerful, beautifully simplistic. Sometimes I forget that people can write as well as this.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Kimberly Smith
Kimberly Smith

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