Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

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

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

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

I will remember my aunti-- her famous rice
Asking me in Ishan 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 what you just said

I will the market place
The selling smoked corn and plantain
The taste of and egusi
The sound of pounding yam
oranges from the Arrimogiga farm

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

The and the beggars, the roadside wanderers,
just trying to survive
Children roadside selling cell and unwanted trinkets
I will remember the local
and eroded by rain and time
Huts built beside a 15 story skyrise
So many so much
Neighbors with others living with
But the on their backs
And the realities of poverty their
of tomorrow

I leave my rose colored glasses
In my grandfather's
Because when my plane finally back in Boston
I want to believe that changes me every time
These moments teach me how to recognize what we take for
electricity and clean water
Hospitals on corner
The opportunity to rise beyond our borders
These are the details that a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
sounds of the morning
For when the returns
When the sound of the green-line cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses this version of my imagination
I will this
I need to remember