The Mask
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by Maya Angelou
We wear the mask that grins and lies.
It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes.
This debt we pay to human guile
With torn and bleeding hearts…
We smile and mouth the myriad subtleties.
Why should the world think otherwise
In counting all our tears and sighs.
Nay let them only see us while
We wear the mask.
We smile but oh my God
Our tears to thee from tortured souls arise
And we sing Oh Baby doll, now we sing…
The clay is vile beneath our feet
And long the mile
But let the world think otherwise.
We wear the mask.
When I think about myself
I almost laugh myself to death.
My life has been one great big joke!
A dance that’s walked a song that’s spoke.
I laugh so hard HA! HA! I almos’ choke
When I think about myself.
Seventy years in these folks’ world
The child I works for calls me girl
I say “HA! HA! HA! Yes ma’am!”
For workin’s sake
I’m too proud to bend and
Too poor to break
So…I laugh! Until my stomach ache
When I think about myself.
My folks can make me split my side
I laugh so hard, HA! HA! I nearly died
The tales they tell sound just like lying
They grow the fruit but eat the rind.
Hmm huh! I laugh uhuh huh huh…
Until I start to cry when I think about myself
And my folks and the children.
My fathers sit on benches,
Their flesh count every plank,
The slats leave dents of darkness
Deep in their withered flank.
And they gnarled like broken candles,
All waxed and burned profound.
They say, but sugar, it was our submission
that made your world go round.
There in those pleated faces
I see the auction block
The chains and slavery’s coffles
The whip and lash and stock.
My fathers speak in voices
That shred my fact and sound
They say, but sugar, it was our submission
that made your world go round.
They laugh to conceal their crying,
They shuffle through their dreams
They stepped ’n fetched a country
And wrote the blues in screams.
I understand their meaning,
It could an did derive
From living on the edge of death
They kept my race alive
By wearing the mask! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
Notes:
An adaptation of the poem by Paul Lawrence "We Wear the Mask"
We Wear the Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should that world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, oh my God, our cries
To Thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh, the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world think otherwise,
We wear the mask.
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Miscellany
Other poems by Maya Angelou (read randomly)
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that
That man over there say
a woman needs to be helped into carriages
and lifted over ditches
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young
The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
We were entwined in red rings
Of blood and loneliness before
The first snows fell
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback
One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning
When love is a shimmering curtain
Before a door of chance
That leads to a world in question

