As I grew older and began my life journey, I saw those roles differently – in a negative way. I then decided I wanted to help people be strong internally so they could use their voices and defend themselves. I wanted to motivate people.
Meanwhile, I needed someone to help me stay on track. I had so many personal pain points that my dreams of helping others started to dry up like a raisin in the sun as Langston Hughes mentions in his poem.
Langston Hughes’ “Harlem – A Dream Deferred”
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?
Today, I realize my dream did not explode. It was just put on hold.
What about you?