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?
And so it begins again.
2 comments:
LOVE this poem. LOVE langston hughes. LOVE you.
hey we read that poem this year :) i love you!
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