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?
-Langston Hughes
One of my favorite literary figures of all time. Langston Hughes was raw and to me, had a certain jagged grit behind the beauty of his words.