Answer:
It is option A
Explanation:
because like is the metaphor
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?
Harlem is a poem by Langston Hughes.
I feel like there should be one more option, but if there is not, I would go with the second option:They believed Indians to be primitive people with superstitious beliefs and practices.
It was in 1965 and in Tulsa Oklahoma but I don't know where it is in the book
