Read the following poem, “Harlem” by Langston Hughes and interpret it:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin the in 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?
