Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

I travel home to remember the of morning
I choose the to pray I remember this as it is
For the city returns
When the sound of the green-line trolley cars and
Surround my senses diminishing this of my imagination

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

I remember my mother in the night
And the she cares for
I will see them more as they play
Peeking at me the crack in the doorway

I will remember my aunti-- her Jeloff rice
Asking me in flawless Ishan tongue
"Ofure...Onegbe?"...How is everything...you're too skinny"
And I, struggling to keep up, responding
"Butayay aunti?" means, I don't know what you just said

I will the market place
The women selling smoked and plantain
The taste of and egusi
The sound of Doris yam
Fresh oranges from the Arrimogiga

When Boston city lights mask the majesty of my favorite
I remember the moon...
and smiling
Because I am a
As if she that I am
Invested enough to write it
because I am a poet
I remember the unseen

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 rain and
Huts built beside a 15 hotel skyrise
So many so much
Neighbors others living with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on their
And the realities of poverty their
Promises of

I leave my rose colored glasses
In my grandfather's
Because when my plane finally lands in Boston
I want to believe that changes me every time
These moments teach me how to recognize what we take for
Constant electricity and water
Hospitals on every
The opportunity to beyond our native borders
These are the details that risk a of becoming lost or forgotten
Like sounds of the
For when the city
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my diminishing this version of my imagination
I remember this
I need to remember