A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes

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A bout of writing, and I ran out of cigarettes. Out of all nights. Why do I do this to myself.

A Dream Deferred

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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