What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Christine Thomas' Big Splash, Glenelg Road, Brixton, Lambeth, SW9
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Stephen Pusey's Brixton Academy Mural, Brixton Academy, Stockwell Park Walk, Brixton, Lambeth, SW9
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
London Wall Public Art's Bellefields Road Mural 2, Bellefields Road, Brixon, Lambeth, SW9
Or does it explode?
Brian Barnes and Dale McCrea's Nuclear Dawn, Coldharbour Lane, Brixton, Lambeth, SW9
From Langston Hughes’ A Dream Deferred (1926)
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