Last Walls is a partnership between Thiscene Media and If Walls Could Talk. Every week, Melizarani T. Selva gives us one of her favorite poems from the last If Walls Could Talk and we put it up on the site.

These poems were performed at IF WALLS COULD TALK vol. 28 feat Lily Jamaludin and Lee Zhi Wei, on Friday, January 20, 2017. 


September (or The Beginning of the World)  

by Lily Jamaludin


And on the 8th day, the lord said Give.

On the 9th day,

No really. 


And on the 10th day you find yourself

in the middle of a biting Iowa winter,


your father’s battered leather

bracelets in the snow

when you finally see the opening

in the sky cut just for you.

“Tell me something.”

You will not crumble.

“Tell me something.”

You are not so precious

“Tell me something.”

or brittle

“It’s not healing, it’s -“


“Which is a sort of healing too.”

I let my tongue give out. 

All of the names it has held 

melt and the clouds

release a rain I light a candle

in worship of      

Santa Salvatera 

Santa Sonora

Santa Tolulope  


every beautiful prophet

who ever loved me: and I let 

my tongue give out. A celebration

of not holding its colors in,

I let my tongue give out. 

Sayang, the process is not complete

when it stays inside you.

Heaven is not a place you go.

It is a place you let go, 

and let everyone inside of.  

In Broad Daylight

by Lily Jamaludin


I was thinking about how everything

eventually becomes something

to let go of. Or how

love only exists because we stay

alive for it. 

The sun. 

I was thinking about

the sun. And how for 

years it raised 

my father, beating sweat

into his back. How everything 

becomes closer the farther

away you stand from it 

all. I wanted to stop pushing. 

I wanted to let myself in. I wanted

clarity to be simple: 

a small ray of sound

that cuts straight through your body 

and says

you were right after all. Peace

isn’t a place you can fight your way into. 

But fighting is good. I would know,

I come from a long line

of fighters—people who knew 

how you can be crushed 

if no one is looking out for you

but God. And still,  

I wanted God. I wanted

beauty. I wanted to live

everywhere the light 

touched the earth 

and made music.

LILY JAMALUDIN is a 23-year-old poet who once opened for US national slam poet champion Anis Mojgani.  She was a student of the KL Writer’s Workshop and has volunteered for the DC-based poetry organization Split This Rock. She was part of the 2016 cohort of KLPAC’s Theatre for Young People program and aspires to write for the stage. Lily works as a researcher at a social innovation lab and hopes to keep playing in the intersection between art and social justice.

If Walls Could Talk is a live poetry night at Gaslight Cafe, Plaza Damansara, every second Thursday of the month.