IN OUR OWN VOICES
                 
Langston Hughes

 

Langston Hughes
in his own voice

 

 

 

 
 

Harlem

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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