Langston Hughes, “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 meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?(submitted by potatonutx)
One of my all time favorite poems.
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"I like your Christ, it is your Christians I do not like for they are nothing like your Christ."
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This is my first tattoo. It was done by Hank at Holdfast Tattoos in Perth, Australia. It represents bits and pieces from some of my favourite songs and poems. It represents traveling and wanderlust. Also, I grew up by the sea and it means a lot to me. Finally I got it done because I’m moving back to Sweden after having spent 2,5 years in Perth. This is my goodbye to my time here.
I really like this
