Dream deferred (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?
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- The Teacher's Monologue (Charlotte Brontë)
- What lips my lips have kissed... (by Edna St-Vincent Millay)
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