As I Grew Older By Langston Hughes
Amarachi Anastasia Okoro@amarachiokoro
9 months ago
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun—
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky—
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
… to be continued
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9 months ago
Agbinya Mario Gabriel
@agbinyamariogabriel183767
l love this poem. It powerfully captures the disillusionment and struggle of facing societal barriers as one matures. The imagery of the rising wall symbolizes the obstacles that overshadow dreams, but Hughes's call to break through it resonates with hope and resilience, reminding us of the enduring fight for equality and the reclamation of lost dreams. 9 months ago
Amarachi Anastasia Okoro
@amarachiokoro
yhhh. you are right.
thank you for adding your own thoughts. it's beautiful 9 months ago
Agbinya Mario Gabriel
@agbinyamariogabriel183767
l love this poem. It powerfully captures the disillusionment and struggle of facing societal barriers as one matures. The imagery of the rising wall symbolizes the obstacles that overshadow dreams, but Hughes's call to break through it resonates with hope and resilience, reminding us of the enduring fight for equality and the reclamation of lost dreams. 9 months ago
