Harlem
By Langston Hughes More 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?
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/harlem-by-langston-hughes
Dearest Jo-Anne,
A weird ‘poem’… maybe by a drunk person or otherwise under the influence…
Hugs,
Mariette
Weird indeed
😳