giants, legends & trailblazers
"we who believe in freedom cannot rest..." ella baker
|
|
historical memory
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? |