Post by lena on Oct 11, 2018 1:12:22 GMT -5
We all start of with dreams and ambitions, then nature and nurture step in. MI takes away our ability to fulfill our dreams and the ambition slowly dies with those dreams. We learn not to dream any more and hope vanishes. To all my friends who have waited to start living and hoped to dream again, i offer this poem.
Harlem
BY 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?
Harlem
BY 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?