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?
- Langston Hughes, 1959, ‘Dream Deferred’ (Harlem) from The Panther & the Lash