Luyện nghe bài hát I Travel Home

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

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

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

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, clumsily
"Butayay aunti?" That means, I don't know you just said

I will remember the place
The selling smoked corn and plantain
The of moy-moy and egusi
The sound of Doris yam
Fresh from the Arrimogiga farm

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

The homeless and the beggars, the wanderers,
People just to survive
Children selling cell phones and unwanted trinkets
I will the local roads
Beaten and eroded by rain and
Huts built beside a 15 hotel skyrise
So having so much
Neighbors others living 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 plane lands back in Boston
I want to that Nigeria changes me every time
These teach me how to recognize what we take for granted
Constant electricity and water
Hospitals on corner
The opportunity to rise beyond our native
These are the that risk a fate of becoming lost or forgotten
Like sounds of the
For when the returns
When the sound of the green-line trolley cars and
my senses diminishing this version of my imagination
I will this
I to remember this