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-/NkowaNkowa (Nsuku)/-
What happens to a dream deferred?
What happens to a talent forgotten?
What happens to a song unheard?
What happens to a passion down trodden?
Does she wait for you at the train station you last saw her at?
Or does she walk away as soon as you wave your hat?
Does she follow you during your, fruitless, worldly pursuits?
Or does she find another heart in which to plant her roots?
Does she smile whenever you think of her glorious light?
Or has she simply moved on with her life?
Does she stare at the moon hoping I’m staring too?
Or has she found another man to sing to?
Does she wait for me to come home?
Or is she content with just sleeping alone?
Does she miss the time we spent together?
Or is she okay with my absence in all of her endeavours?
Does she know that I miss her warmth inside my bed?
…that I miss her voice inside my head?
…that I miss her place in my heart?
…that I loved her from the very start?
Does she miss me like I miss her?
Dear God is such a life fair?
May such a Dream always stay Golden.
May such an Honest Heart never be Broken.
—Gambit
It was inspired by Harlem, a poem by Langston Hughes who was a poet from Harlem.
Deferred means postponed.... And in his poem Hughes asks what happens to a dream when it's postponed, like does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or what?
So right here I'm asking the same question, what happens to our dreams when we leave them?
I'm heading to university next year, a place where the world tells me to have "realistic" dreams, so I can't be a writer, a singer, an artist, because those aren't realistic and can't make you money, so we have to leave our real dreams to become something else.... And so I decided to personify this "dream" and turn her into a woman with feelings
