Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

I travel home to remember the sound of
I choose the evening to I remember this as it is
For the city returns
the sound of the green-line 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 like untamed
I will the air thick of Africa

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

I will remember my aunti-- her Jeloff rice
Asking me in flawless Ishan native
"Ofure...Onegbe?"...How is everything...you're too skinny"
And I, struggling to keep up, responding
"Butayay aunti?" That means, I know what you just said

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

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

The homeless and the beggars, the wanderers,
People trying to survive
roadside selling cell phones and unwanted trinkets
I will remember the roads
Beaten and eroded by rain and
Huts beside a 15 story hotel skyrise
So many so much
with others living with nothing
But the hand-me-downs on their
And the of poverty crushing their
Promises of

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