A Dream Deferred
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?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in Las Vegas but for most of this morning my mind has been plagued with what I am not, who I am not and the things I don’t have to be a successful student, entrepreneur, father, husband, etc.