Do you know Langston Hughes' poem To Mama: in gratitude for the dream reads: 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?
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