Chapter XXIX: Anna, the pink rouge woman
“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?”
Langston Hughes
No ghoul standing in my hallway
at this quiet moment
this is a good thing
but still,
the promise and fragments
of future souls
I might never reach
Because the choices
I’ve made
haunt me
So I wear my pink rouge
Daily
to distract you
from the fact that I’m dying
inside
Never tell me to be
myself
created as I am,
of all the things
I’ve worked so hard,
so hard
to avoid
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