Harlem (Dream Deferred)
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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Second Langston Hughes poem I've posted. Seriously, guys, he's GOOD.
So 2013 is coming up next week. Anybody got any dreams they've been deferring? Well, STOP IT!
1 comment:
This is the first poem I memorized. I've always loved it.
xox
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