Harlem
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?
Langston Hughes
From Collected Poems
There are many kinds of cages. Some of them are more comfortable than others. But they are all cages.
Garden of Words 