Harlem (”What happens to a dream deferred?”) lyrics

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?