Ennui
It's such a / Bore
Dream Deferred
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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?
More poems by Langston Hughes
Mother to Son
Well, son, I'll tell you: / Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you / Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Wake
Tell all my mourners / To mourn in red --