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 just explode?

--Langston Hughes, "Dream Deferred"

 

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