The Poet Laureate of Harlem

~We have tomorrow right before us like a flame.~LANGSTON HUGHES

~Dream Deferred~

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 just explode?