Dream Deferred
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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For a Lady I Know
She even thinks that up in heaven
Her class lies late and snores.
While poor black cherubs rise at seven
To do celestial chores.