What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or does it 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? The questions this poem asks echo across the country in Martin Luther King Jr.'s speeches, Lorraine Hansberry's plays, and perhaps even the American Dream itself. This widely anthologized poem by Hughes is one