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.
The soldiers and the journalists that were writing about it were very close to the action. They wrote about their experiences. Moreover, the Vietnam literature has no “escape hatches” (meaning we don't have comic relief, no moments of romance, and scant emphasis on coming-of-age energy). The primary goal was to make us feel like we were there.
Make the letter sincere i guess (i dont know this is kind of an odd question) hoped i helped a little
