I liked the poem and all the similes, and I loved the idea. The poem was talking about the dreams of African Americans in the early 1950s. I didn’t live then but I still agree with the author on the thoughts of dreams deffered. He talks about many similes in his poem, the first one is about a rasin wrinkling in the sun. I think this is talking about ideas getting old, and no longer useful because they wern’t used. I think the other similes are the same, talking about a way an unused idea can change. I also think that we can use this today, we need to do something about our dreems.