What am I reading today? This seems appropriate:
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?
Check out more here if you want to: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/175884
Have a good day.
InTruthItsNotThatSimple 
Love this poem!!!
Glad you like it