Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

I home to remember the sound of morning
I choose the evening to pray I remember as it is
For when the city
When the sound of the trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surround my senses diminishing version of my imagination

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

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

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

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

When Boston city mask the majesty of my favorite constellations
I will the moon...
Pregnant and
I am a poet
As if she knows I am
Invested enough to about it
because I am a poet
I will the unseen

The homeless and the beggars, the wanderers,
just trying to survive
Children roadside selling cell phones and unwanted
I remember the local roads
Beaten and by rain 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 of poverty crushing their
Promises of

I leave behind my rose glasses
In my village
Because when my finally lands back in Boston
I want to believe that Nigeria changes me every
These moments teach me how to what we take for granted
Constant electricity and clean
on every corner
The opportunity to rise beyond our native
These are the details that risk a fate of lost or forgotten
Like of the morning
For when the city
the sound of the green-line trolley cars and skyscrapers
Surrounds my senses this version of my imagination
I will remember
I need to this