Resurrection of a Dream Deferred

 

Lately, I have been reading poetry and trying to dig into the works of authors and poet’s who inspire me. The first poet that inspired me to write was Langston Hughes. His description of life and his experiences gave color to my childhood as I used his work as a source of inspiration. In honor of Langston Hughe’s What happen’s to a Dream Deferred AKA Harlem, I wrote Resurrection of a Dream Deferred in response:

Resurrection of a Dream Deferred

My golden sun beam of light

I will love you till there is no more fight left in me

Till there is nothing left of me

Like particles of dust in the Summer breeze

 

I will pledge my undying loyalty to the cause of my people

While you marched I prayed, while I marched I prayed

That you, I and our children will see brighter days

 

No more dying for crumbles being tossed from a pie unequally divided

From this moment till eternity and beyond our cause will be reignited

I’m here to put the light to the pilot

I bring you tidings of good news but you too busy singing the blues

So you ain’t excited.

I was sad for a minute but now I’m happy I tried it.

 

I am with seed

So I give it water in order to bloom

I opened my heart to it because I figured it needed more room

I spoke life into it because I knew it would be due soon

And as it matures into more than a dream I give it to you

By: AJ Unique

 

Dream Deferred 

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?

By: Langston Hughes