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Harlem

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...
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25

I've heard God has a sense of humor. Maybe it's the universe... or whatever you believe in. Today began like any other. You know, 25 year olds wake-up and scroll their Instagram feeds like it's the morning...