If These Walls Could Talk

Can you imagine what these walls would say if they could talk? Especially some of these older pens who been around since who knows how long. They probly seen the population and officers scheming and plotting foul shit. They probly seen the hardest gangsters laying in the dark, crying cause they miss they kids and family. Men having sex with each other. Some that you would never consider and some that you would. (Come on, we all know it happens). Consensual and some not so consensual. I'm sure they've seen that. They probly seen politics at play in its lowest form. They've probly seen cats get they head bashed in. They've probly also seen some with more talent then others at the highest levels of society. They probly seen young idiots come in, lose they bitch, or any other kind of support, find they way, grow into a man, and find out they dont have to depend on nobody. Today as I look at these walls, covered in chipped paint, a calendar, and my pictures (wondering what they feel about me), I'm just glad they get to see me for another day, growing into my fullest self.