What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry uplike 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 sagslike a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
this poem discusses what dreams can possibly turn into if you dont pay attention to them..this was also featured in the beging of the book a rasin in the sun
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