Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

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

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

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

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

When city lights mask the majesty of my favorite constellations
I will the moon...
and smiling
I am a poet
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,
People just to survive
Children roadside selling cell 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 with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on backs
And the realities of poverty crushing
of tomorrow

I leave behind my colored glasses
In my village
Because when my finally 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 water
Hospitals on every
The to rise beyond our native borders
These are the details that risk a fate of lost or forgotten
Like sounds of the
For when the city
When the sound of the green-line cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses diminishing this version of my
I will this
I need to this