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 a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

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There's something about a crisis that brings people closer together. The Joint Venture Blog was created on the heels of the COVID-19 pandemic as we shelter in place. Stepping outside our usual structure, the blog is intended to provide an informal window into the people and the inner workings of the organization. Please feel free to jump in with your own comments.