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Dream Deferred

Langston Hughes' poem a Dream Deferred was one that was my favorite.Growing up, it has changed meanings over time, or rather, I understand it in different ways throughout my life. The poem is below:

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?

For me  a dream differed  explodes. And it explodes on other people: Meaning that other people begin to feel the consequences of your deferment. Never get to a point that someone or something defers your dreams!

{Kime Says}