Tag: endurance
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A Raisin in the Sun
Frustrated of late, I thought of Lorraine Hansberry’s play and then of Langston Hughes poem, Harlem: Harlem 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…