The rest of a poem I referred to yesterday:

"Harlem: A Dream Deferred"

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun
Or does it 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