From Yale to Jail Stewart Rhodes Hails
How one life twisted into a pretzel leads to a downfall.
What happens to a dream deferred, it dries up and festers like a sore.
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…