People tend to stick to their own,
Stay with people they can relate to.
People that look like them.
But if you never branch out-
If I had never branched out,
I would've never discovered my love
For thai food.
Real thai food
That is made by a family that spent days
Preparing a meal for a wedding that ended
With the girls in the basement
Doing the dishes,
Laughing while covered water.
I never would have found out
That mexican parties
Put any school dance to shame.
That the throbbing latina music
And barefooted friends that danced
Until three in the morning
Made memories that engraved themselves
Into my brain.
I never would have appreciated how
Terrifying war-torn countries truly are
And the effects they have on the innocent people
That live there.
I never would have found myself in a mosque,
Sorrounded in serenity as
My friend and her mother
Got in their morning prayer before our shopping trip.
I never would have found out that
Not made in America
Can make my hips swing and my lips sing.
I never would have found out that an African tradition
Makes my mind stretch
To every corner of the world.
I never would have found the hands
Stretching across oceans,
Mouths ready to share their stories
And my ears
Ready to listen.