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
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