What Happens to A Dream Deferred?
When I think about the process of writing my mother’s memoirs of Sugar Hill, my mind reflects on Langston Hughes and one of his famous poems, “A Dream Deferred”.
I will not allow my mother’s dream of being published die and rot. I feel the urgency of her stories wanting to be shared. Did she feel like Langston Hughes when he scribed these words on paper? She deferred her dreams of pursuing her career in journalism, because as she put it, “Discrimination was live and well” and “I must be practical.” She took no risk…Why?
I could hear her say, “One day I will…” “One day when I have time..”
That time never came…or did it?
“Does the Dream come first or does the dreamer?”
Is it the dreamer that moves on? Is it the Dream that remains? Who will pick up the mantel of the dream?
Will it be you?
I will not listen to the word, “wait!” “We have waited far too long!”
“Why must we wait?”
“If not now?
When?”
2 Comments
KATANDRA SHANEL JACKSON TAYLOR
The dream lives on in you. Your mother gave 'birth' to a writer. We dream in words. Many blessings and happy findings in this journey. I can't wait to publish that which has been temporarily deferred 😉
Kat @ FreedomInk
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Yvette Porter Moore
It does Katandra, and I pray that I do not allow old tapes of discouragement to play in my head. This is a year later that this post was written, and I see how quickly time passes. It is time to move forward and not let anything stop me.