A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

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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?

One Response to “A Dream Deferred”

  1. James Loewen Says:

    This is a very beautiful poem. I’ve been moved deeply by several of your postings recently, just wanted to say how much I appreciate your voice raised against the insanity. Keep up the great work!


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