Harlem

By LANGSTON HUGHES  (1902-1967)

 

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?