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June 14, 2009

A Dream Deferred..

Filed under: Uncategorized — by AmiraAK @ 9:33 pm

I’ve been hearing this poem by Langston Hughes in my head today over and over again.. I can see and hear Radwa Ashour reciting it in class.. I can hear the total silence of an otherwise noisy and disorderly classroom while she stresses every word.. every syllable..

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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