forever 21

21 years ago in east los angeles a wee baby was born.
she didn't know the meaning of:
being the shortest girl in class. the humbleness of her mother driving a '88 toyota
for ten years to put her kids through private school, weak in the knees first kiss.
frequent flier miles, veggie in-n-out burger cravings, the guilty feeling of cheating
on her 5th grade exam, the high from moshing to emery, loving so hard it makes
tears come out her eyes. finding her calling in foreign countries & orphanages, meeting
her best friend at eighteen, finding God when sh** hits the fan.
she knows now.

she's learning that:
having everything laid out is overrated, not to ever underestimate the good in herself
and others, & you can't find God if you don't search for him.

i know i'm not a man.
but this poem basically spits into words
what i feel about life & God.



"and i wanna find God in the morning
and in the tired hands of dusk
and the mouth of the river
and down by its feet"
-anis mojgani, decodifying God & manhood