Friday, August 08, 2003

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, 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 dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

~P.L. Dunbar

I know that poem was written about a culture that, well, isn't mine, but still... I think that there are parts of it that emcompass all of humanity.

Want to know what my mask covers up? No you don't, trust me. I am a very scary person inside, with too many secrets. Too bad I can't talk about it here... ;-)

Anyway, I don't have long today, I am not having a good week. Blah on Jozos, and blah on sexual harrasment.

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