Prof. Jessica Penner | OL02 | Spring 2021

Moustapha Ndiaye, Favorite Poems

I enjoy this Poem because it describes how it feels when one doesn’t strive for their dream but rather gives up on it. A postponed dream often makes us feel lifeless like a raisin in the sun.

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?

2 Comments

  1. Jeffrey

    Feels pretty familiar since I’ve heard this poem in English classes before; there’s definitely an original style here, but I can’t help but remember English class.

  2. DeAndre Badresingh

    I would say the style comes off as shame to people who easily give up without anything that qualifies as a reasonable reason.

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