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Dreams Deferred

I wrote the following poem for my daughter, Crystal, but feel the need to repost it tonight for me. Hope you don’t mind the repost. —Lots of love, C.

Pink Heaven Crystal (My Daughter) By Cordieb.  Don't ask me why she's wearing the umbrella, but hey it is a dream! (LoL)
Pink Heaven Crystal (My Daughter) By Cordieb. Don’t ask me why she’s wearing the umbrella, but hey it is a dream!!! (lol)

Dreams Deferred

What happens to our dreams deferred?

Unacted upon desires that are seldom heard . . .

Do they wash away with the crimson tide . . .

By the sands of time which can’t be defied?

What happens to our dreams alas. . .

which we sadly allow to simply pass. . .

or hold at bay for a better day

Do they await our return or simply fade away?

What happens when we put our dreams on a shelf?

Do they wait patiently for us to find ourselves

Or do they float away to an unknown dreamland

Where dreams deferred converge and reemerge once again . . .

In the soul of another child-like spirit . .

with the heart to reclaim our neglected dream’s merit

Who will take the forsaken dream and caress its face

And abandon not its saving grace

Allow not our dreams to become deferred

Unnurtured; Seldom talked to; Barely heard. . .

For without our love, passion, and concern

Our dream will whither; thus our heart will burn and yearn. . .

Yet the dream will one day find another

Who will embrace that dream like a new found lover

And the dream will lovingly reciprocate

But sadly for us, it will be too late;

Yet to ease our minds, we will call it fate.

~Written Especially for my Daughter Crystal and all you other dreamers out there, by CordieB

Quote for The Day. Don’t forsaken those dreams you truely desire. Dreams acted upon with love always manifest into realities one sweet morning!  CordieB.
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Peace, Light and Love. . . .C

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?
~Langston Hughes

The poem questions the position of oppressed people and the subject has remained topical ever since the 1930s when Hughes wrote the poem.  The poem does not define what exactly the “dream” is:  is it economic equality, respect, dignity or forty acres and a mule?  Normally one would expect a grape to be left in the sun in order to produce a raisin.  Here the raisin, an object already drained, is left in the sun.

It’s 2008, and now we are beginning to see the results of a raisin left in the sun.  Our streets are plagued with violence at record breaking numbers.   There is increased homelessness, child abuse, substance abuse–have we exploded! 

Those fathers with deferred dreams gave up a very long time ago, and their sons, and their son’s sons have no father role models, because of far too many dreams deferred. 

The welfare system of the late 60’s until 80’s took the responsibility from our men and gave it to the government.   No longer did our men need to be responsible for our children.  The best way to make a man a midget, is to have someone else  provide for his family’s basic needs, and to ensure that he cannot.  

So, I ask you, what happens to dreams deferred?