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
lately i have been studying his life. i realize that i now know what i want to be when i grow up. i want to be langston hughes. i've never been a talented poet. i've never even finished anything i've written (though in my childhood i wanted to be a writer). but his life was...
I love how he writes, the simplicity to his poems are beautiful and all his poems about black oppresion are so inspirational dreams would be my favourite it's my favourite poem of all time, I can word it of my heart Lol he truely was inspirational