Personal Narrative: A Dream Deferred By Langston Hughes

Who am I? I am Brianna; I am someone who people told, “You’ll never be anything in life.” What else could I expect to hear when half of my family was on drugs or they were alcoholics. Sometimes I wondered where I would go, how I will make it out of this cycle. I faced many people every day of my life who would judge me, largely because of my family, without even knowing who I am.
Battling with myself, trying to figure out my next step, I grew exhausted. I considered giving in to the cycle of low expectations. In contrast, as a kid I had dreams and bright ideas. I wondered what would happen to my dreams. Would they look like what the poet Langston Hughes wrote about in his poem, “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? I had a few family members and friends who were close to me, and then I lost those who cared most about me. I went from having someone to talk to about my dreams to having no one but myself to turn to.
When I was at my lowest, I picked
I know this is a great field for me. So I enrolled in classes at Remington College. I was so excited about starting classes on the 19th of January, that I told everyone I knew. As days and weeks went by Oh boy, that’s when I felt like I had hit another downfall, everything started to crumble in the mist of that I lost my pride once again. But, I didn’t let pride keep me from striving and pushing forward to become a better me. So I did what I had to do. I walk those miles, hit curves, and climbed hills, even when I told myself I couldn’t do those things I did. I give thanks to the people that helped me along the way and those who are helping me