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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
A 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?
If you live long enough, you will experience a "dream deferred." Langston Hughes was speaking of an entire people who were prevented from living the so-called American dream, but we all feel this pain sometimes in our lives.
Labels: Poetry Wednesday
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