Tuesday Poem

A Dream Deferred
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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?
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by Langston Hughes
from Selected Poems of Langston Hughes
Random House Inc., 1990
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