Monday, February 2, 2015

Black History Month: Dream Deferred


Harlem



By Langston Hughes




What happens to a dream deferred?





      Does it dry up


      like a raisin in the sun?


      Or fester like a sore—


      And then run?


      Does it stink like rotten meat?


      Or crust and sugar over—


      like a syrupy sweet?





      Maybe it just sags


      like a heavy load.





      Or does it explode?

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