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
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This fits right in to Today and I mean today.
May God Bless and have mercy on us all. One Nation under God for all people.
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Amen.
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Especially powerful when you consider that this poem was written in 1951… 69 years ago.
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