What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it become the shredded pieces of a little brown girl?
Does it hide itself in a masquerade of fragmented truths?
Or does it mask the identity of stolen youth?
Does it become a pain to deep to express?
Does it become the shrinkage of a queen wanting to live less and less?
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it peel itself away from the face, speechless, without a word?
It becomes the cries of a soul wrapped in defeat.
A half told truth, that beneath the eyes retreat.
It becomes the senseless hurt of a little brown girl who knows she must give birth.
What happens to a dream deferred?
It becomes a woman, torn, living between two worlds.
-Ryan Smith
