A 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?


Langston Hughes, Dream Deferred in The Panther and the Lash May 1967

Photo: workers at cashew nut processing  unit, Goa, 2016

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