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 when the returns
When the sound of the green-line trolley cars and
Surround my diminishing this version of my imagination

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

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

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

I will the market place
The women selling smoked corn and
The of moy-moy and egusi
The sound of pounding yam
Fresh oranges the Arrimogiga farm

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

The and the beggars, the roadside wanderers,
People just to survive
Children selling cell phones and unwanted trinkets
I will the local roads
Beaten and eroded by and time
Huts built beside a 15 hotel skyrise
So having so much
Neighbors with others living nothing
But the on their backs
And the realities of crushing their
Promises of

I behind my rose colored glasses
In my grandfather's
Because when my plane lands back in Boston
I want to believe Nigeria changes me every time
These moments teach me how to recognize what we for granted
Constant electricity and clean
on every corner
The opportunity to rise our native borders
These are the details risk a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like of the morning
For the city returns
When the sound of the green-line trolley and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing this version of my
I will remember
I need to this