National Poetry Month: April 3rd

Harlem by Langston Hughes

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?

This poem was selected by Elvira Carrizal-Dukes (Readers’ Services)

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