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?
Does it just sag
Like a heavy load?
Or does it explode?
Email Me With Your Poetry And I will put Them up A.S.A.P
Here is 
The Door
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