Friday, February 3, 2017

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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