My dream was recently deferred.

I have lost myself.

It has been blurred.

I'm fighting battles with my inner self.

And now I must go and confer,

with God himself,

What happens to my dream deferred?

 

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

It does, but raisins are sweet.

Or fester like a sore --

And then run?

Perhaps if I bandage my wound it will not.

Does it stink like rotten meat?

I will not let it rot.

Or crust and sugar over -- 

like a syrupy sweet?

My dream is no longer sweet.

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

Because indeed a heavy load is what it is.

 

Or does it explode?