Hey y’all

It’s day four of National Poetry Month and I am behind on my daily poetry postings of my favorite poems. That is absolutely ok in my eyes. I hope you love the poem below by Langston Hughes.

Harlem

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

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?

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46548/harlem?fbclid=IwAR0ZmgbgPfg8IHnDzsywEqUEOYI_lGV5AskphaVft9ik5DgsK0XL4081mxw&mibextid=Zxz2cZ