Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

I travel home to the sound of morning
I choose the to pray I remember this as it is
For when the returns
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surround my senses diminishing this version of my

I will remember
The silence and the time
I remember red sand on bare feet
My skin sticky in the sun
My hair untamed wool
I will remember the air of Africa

I will remember my in the night
And the children she for
I see them once more as they play
at me from the crack in the doorway

I will remember my her famous Jeloff rice
Asking me in flawless native tongue
"Ofure...Onegbe?"...How is everything...you're too skinny"
And I, struggling to up, clumsily responding
"Butayay aunti?" That means, I know what you just said

I remember the market place
The women selling corn and plantain
The of moy-moy and egusi
The sound of Doris yam
Fresh oranges the Arrimogiga farm

When city lights mask the majesty of my favorite constellations
I will the moon...
Pregnant and
I am a poet
As if she that I am
enough to write about it
Perhaps because I am a
I will remember the

The homeless and the beggars, the wanderers,
just trying to survive
Children selling cell phones and unwanted trinkets
I will remember the local
Beaten and eroded by and time
Huts beside a 15 story hotel skyrise
So many having so
Neighbors with others with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on backs
And the realities of crushing their
of tomorrow

I leave behind my rose glasses
In my village
Because when my plane finally lands back in
I want to believe that changes me every time
These moments teach me how to recognize we take for granted
electricity and clean water
Hospitals on corner
The opportunity to beyond our native borders
are the details that risk a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like sounds of the
For the city returns
When the sound of the green-line cars and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination
I will remember
I need to remember