Langston Hughes


Harlem

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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