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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 - 1902-1967 |
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, said the shotgun to the head by Saul Williams Just read this and the way that the book visualizes the poem is intense. Explores the maddening conflict between love and a hateful world/lifestyle. Highly recommended. It's a somewhat different experience, but you can also check out this performance of the poem. (p.s. I moved this thread to the media section) |
Such a gorgeous book - intense is right.
"God has hair on her pussy and waits burning with desire for you" |
Oh wow. I've been reading more poetry lately, this will definitely be next
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Yeah God shaves her pussy so it won't smell.
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Whatever it is, it sounds weird so I'm intrigued
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