A Dream Deferred and Streets

[Dyahnne]

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?

This poem was on my heart this morning so I though I would share it. This week has been the best of times and the worst of times, as life often can be. But my publishing company is my dream (deferred) and it enables me to help others realize their dreams. Of course, there will be stumbling blocks along the way. These are the times when my faith sustains and shields me.

I was also very inspired by one of my authors, Mel King, who signed his contract with me on his 80th birthday. A dream deferred. He has penned a beautiful and inspiring book of poetry called Streets. For those of you who are not familiar with Mel, he is an amazing man with an incredible history. He is a retired educator (professor emeritus at MIT), a legendary civil and community rights activist who was responsible for "Tent City" in Boston (look it up), and the first black person to run for Mayor of the City of Boston. His poetry reminds us that the streets are alive and a part of us or we are a part of them. They absorb our energy, so every street has a story.

To learn more about this remarkable American icon, visit http://sweetiesbooks.com/melking.aspx.