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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"I built my house near the sea. I built my house near the sea. And I love the sea. And I love the sea. And I love the sea."
"I swear to the Lord I still can't see why Democracy means everybody but me."
"I'm not a communist, but I've been called one."
"I’m a Negro—and beautiful!"
"An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose."
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.
Date: 1951
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