To the President

I generally try to not bring politics into this blog, but I've been ruminating on this for awhile. In the 2008 election, millions of young adults (generally the most apathetic apolitical demographic) was spurred into politics to urge Barack Obama to the presidency. Now, after almost a year in office, this same group is becoming dispirited and apolitical once more. Their hopes and dreams were invested into the campaign. And now? Their dreams have been deferred for the indefinite future. Langston Hughes said it best.

A Dream Deferred - Langston Hughes

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?