Harlem
What happens to a dream defferred?
Does it dry up
like a rasin 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
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Posted on Monday December 5th
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About me
Newly natural as of June, 2010...avid reader, mixologist, lover of all thing hair-related...I love my Golden Family~~Proud Sista with Albinism!www.youtube.com/Myangeleyez1072
"I often sit on the edge of society... lurking in the shadows, like that glimpse of something you thought you saw out of the corner of your eye...and you turn, just to discover there was nothing there at all. I like it here, on the outer fringe...it's very quiet. Just whispers here and there that sometimes speak of revolutions or U.F.O. sightings....
I like being unnoticed, because it allows me to watch you in your natural habitat. Here I can silently be apart of you, your highs and lows, ups and downs...I can experience your laughter, watch you smile at the silly face Jr. made at the Family Reunion last year. I can experience each life, in a sense, without having to actually...live it. Such is the wonder of the internet. Everyone's thing is anyone's thing..."-Me
