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?
Harlem Renaissance poet
From his poem 'Harlem' (also known as 'A Dream Deferred'), exploring the vivid, almost grotesque, and unsettling consequences of racial injustice and postponed hopes for African Americans.
1951
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