Harlem by Langston Hughes

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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