One of my favorite poems by the Great Harlem Renaissance Writer, 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?
I first heard this poem in 9th grade. I have to always remind myself of these profound words, so that I may encourage myself. I now encourage you. Don’t give up on your dreams…No Matter Your Age, Gender, or Race!
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