Stephenson Family Ties The Barn Burnt Down
And Now I See The Moon




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, A Dream Deferred



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