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 wanted to say it spita. but could be wrong
really should be the answer. hope this helps
Is a hopes that the grant money left over will go towards equipment for her team.
A balloon about to pop because its so full of happines
