Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Eliza Boni
My dream runs like people.
It is pink like a pig;
It is soft like a blanket.
It sounds like children at recess,
And tastes sticky like a cake.
My dream is to be a teacher.
My Dream for the Future
By Eiza Boni
I want to be a teacher when I grow up. First I have to graduate from
high school and get my diploma in 2018. When I am 20 years old, I am
going to get a job. I want to live in Georgia.
I would like to be a teacher because it sounds like fun.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Aiyana Ferreira
My dream jumps like a rabbit.
It is blue like water;
It is fluffy like a puppy.
It sounds like a guitar,
And tastes sweet like chocolate.
My dream is an explosion of fun!
I
My Dream for the Future
By Aiyana Ferreira
My dream for the future is that I want to be a veterinarian. I would
have to finish elementary school and graduate from high school in 2018. I
would still have to finish veterinarian collage in 2023 and then I want to live
in my grandma’s house.
I want to do this because I love animals and would take care of them
by giving shots and medicine if they needed it to feel better.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Staci Harney
My dream teaches like Mrs. Schulz.
It is red like a rose;
It is soft like a tiger.
It sounds like music,
And tastes plain like water.
My dream is to teach.
My Dream for the Future
By Staci Harney
My dream is to be a music conductor and teach kids to play the violin
and flute. First I have to finish high school and graduate in 2018. I would
go to Music College. I want to teach children music because I love music.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Keondre
My dream shots like a marine.
It is green like leaves;
It is hard like a rock.
It sounds like kudooosh – bam – bam,
And tastes exciting like freedom.
My dream has pain.
My Dream for the Future
By Keondre Henry
When I grow up I am going to be a Marine. First, I have to get my
high school diploma. Then I will go to collage. I will graduate and go to a
Marine Academy. Then when I graduate I will still live in Bylas. After I
become a Marine, I will get married and have a family. I will serve in the
Marines and fight for the U. S. A. After I’ve fought in the war, I will come
back to my family and have fun!
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Blessing Kenton
My dream dances like a hip-hop dancer.
It is blue like the water;
It is soft like a teddy bear.
It sounds like hip-hop music,
And tastes sweet like bubblegum.
My dream is so wonderful.
My Dream for the Future
By Blessing Kenton
My dream for the future is I want to be a dancer but first I have to
graduate from high school. The kind of dance teacher I want to be is a Hip
Hop teacher. I will live in Phoenix and teacher kids how to dance and we
will dance to Hip Hop music.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Peninnah Kenton
My dream barks like a dog.
It is brown like a brown bear;
It is soft like a couch;
It sounds like laughter,
And tastes sweet like strawberries.
My dream laughs.
My Dream for the Future
By Peninnah Kenton
My dream for the future is to become a cowgirl. I will live on the San
Carlos Reservation. That is my favorite place to live! I will be in rodeos in
Bylas and San Carlos. I will barrel race with my Pinto horse named Angel.
I will do calf roping in the women’s calf roping.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Mitchell Natsyn
My dream stinks like perfume.
It is black like a shirt;
It is soft like a pillow.
It sounds like beautiful music,
And tastes good like grapes.
My dream is wonderful.
My Dream for the Future
By Mitchell Natsyn
I am going to be a plumber. I will graduate from high school in 2018.
I will learn how to be a plumber like my dad. I will fix the pipes and faucets
if the water is leaking. And I will live in Arizona.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Iversin Nelson
My dream crawls like a marine.
It is green like grass;
It is hot like a sun.
It sounds like kaa – booosh,
And tastes sour like freedom.
My dream fights.
My Dream for the Future
By Iversin Nelson
My dream for the future is to become a Marine. First, I have to
graduate from high school in 2018. Then I will attend the Marine Academy
because I want to become like my godfather. I want to live in Bylas.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Lewis Pike
My dream runs like a cheetah.
It is black like night;
It is dry like a rock in the desert.
It sounds like a basketball,
And tastes good like a hot dog.
My dream is to be a police officer.
My Dream for the Future
By Lewis Pike
My dream for the future is to become a police officer. First I will
graduate from high school. I will go to the Police Academy and graduate. I
will be a policeman in Bylas. I will help people from Bylas keep safe.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Shenaka Shaw
My dream sings like a love story.
It is pink like a balloon;
It is soft like a blanket.
It sounds like a bird,
And tastes cheesy like pizza.
My dream is like Valentine’s Day.
My Dream for the Future
By Shenaka Shaw
I want to become a teacher. First I have to graduate from high school,
go to college and get my diploma. I fill find a job as a teacher. Then I will
get married and would like to have two children. I will teach my children
math, reading, writing and science.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Cassandra Shumate
My dream sings like a love song.
It is purple like jelly;
It is fluffy like a bird.
It sounds like soft voices,
And tastes buttery like a dinner roll.
My dream is wonderful.
My Dream for the Future
By Cassandra Shumate
I want to be a singer because I like to sing. It is a lot of fun. You get
to wear cool clothes and you might be on TV. I have to go to high school.
Then I would go to music school. I want to live in Fort Thomas.
Dream Deferred
By Langston Hughes
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?
By Langston Hughes
What Happens to My Dream?
By Louis Smith
My dream flips like me.
It is blue like blue ice cream;
It is soft like feathers you can sink into,
It sounds like a flute,
And tastes salty like sea water.
My dream is a bed that is like water.
My Dream for the Future
By Louis Smith
A sea animal doctor is what I want to be. First, I have to graduate
from college. Second, I have to get a degree. Then I would get a job and
operate on all kinds of sea animals and live in California.