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.