Saturday, February 22, 2014

DON'T CRUSH 
ANOTHER'S DREAM! 

Poem for February 22, 2014
Continuing Black History Month


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?


© Langston Hughes

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