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?
- T Langston Hughes
o Harlem native Marquis Cabrera, deferred dreams are nothing but common phe- nomena in the projects of New York City. He himself spent his youth dodging bul- lets, abusive guardians, and every possible wrong turn in the road. For the first 15 years of his life spent tossed around by negligent birth parents and unaccountable foster parents, he experienced no stability but held steadfast to his dreams. After being adopted by Lorna and Kenneth Cabrera of Scotchtown, NY, Marquis not only settled down into a loving home but also set himself onto an accelerating path to success. Upon graduating from Northeastern University with a degree in Criminal Justice and Economics this past May, Marquis has accumulated a substantial resume, boasting numerous accolades and commendable internships in the policy-making center of our nation – The White House.
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