Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

I home to remember the sound 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 and skyscrapers
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination

I will remember
The and the night time
I will remember red sand on feet
My skin glistening in the sun
My like untamed wool
I will the air thick of Africa

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

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

I will remember the place
The women smoked corn and plantain
The of moy-moy and egusi
The of Doris pounding yam
oranges from the Arrimogiga farm

When Boston lights mask the majesty of my favorite constellations
I remember the moon...
Pregnant and
I am a poet
As if she that I am
Invested enough to about it
Perhaps I am a poet
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 roads
and eroded by rain and time
Huts beside a 15 story hotel skyrise
So many so much
Neighbors with others with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on backs
And the realities of poverty their
of tomorrow

I leave behind my colored glasses
In my village
Because when my plane finally lands back in
I want to believe Nigeria 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
These are the details that risk a of becoming lost or forgotten
Like of the morning
For when the city
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing this version of my
I will this
I need to remember