2011-Throwback to a collaborative piece

If these walls could talk

They would tell stories that would make your grandparents jealous

They would paint practical Picasso's on the canvases of your conscience

Creating emotion and unending devotion to the walls

But be warned

Because as the walls have learned

Tar leaves a bad taste in your mouth

But I have only lived here for 2 years

And yet in this small time

I have heard stories from the walls

That bring tears to eyes

So I brought pen to paper

Because I want to learn to be the lorax

I wish to speak for the walls

So my poetry will be like a whisper-ma-phone

Lend me your ears and see with your eyes that excuses are irrelevant

And ignorance is pathetic

Because

Even I know

After only 2 years

Chapel hill is changing

So wake up and listen

Listen to the change

Listen to the stories

Of the walls

Before they are silenced

By the bitter taste of tar evolution.