Poem
Posted in art, inspiration, life, literature, personal, poem, poetry, random, thoughts on March 4, 2008 by iamashadowWhat 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?
A poem I really like by Langston Hughes. What happens to the dreams of undocumented students…
