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                              “The Individual and Society”

Masks adapted by Maya Angelou from Paul Lawrence Dunbar’s We Wear the
Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies.                Their flesh count every plank,
It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes.             The slats leave dents of darkness
This debt we pay to human guile                      Deep in their withered flank.
With torn and bleeding hearts…                       And they gnarled like broken candles,
We smile and mouth the myriad subtleties.            All waxed and burned profound.
Why should the world think otherwise                 They say, but sugar, it was our submission
In counting all our tears and sighs.                 that made your world go round.
Nay let them only see us while
We wear the mask.                                    There in those pleated faces
                                                     I see the auction block
We smile but oh my God                               The chains and slavery’s coffles
Our tears to thee from tortured souls arise          The whip and lash and stock.
And we sing Oh Baby doll, now we sing…
The clay is vile beneath our feet                    My fathers speak in voices
And long the mile                                    That shred my fact and sound
But let the world think otherwise.                   They say, but sugar, it was our submission
We wear the mask.                                    that made your world go round.

When I think about myself                            They laugh to conceal their crying,
I almost laugh myself to death.                      They shuffle through their dreams
My life has been one great big joke!                 They stepped ’n fetched a country
A dance that’s walked a song that’s spoke.           And wrote the blues in screams.
I laugh so hard HA! HA! I almos’ choke               I understand their meaning,
When I think about myself.                           It could an did derive
                                                     From living on the edge of death
Seventy years in these folks’ world                  They kept my race alive
The child I works for calls me girl                  By wearing the mask! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
I say “HA! HA! HA! Yes ma’am!”                       Ha!
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,

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                             Facing The Past – Transforming Our Future
We Wear the Mask by Paul Dunbar

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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                         Facing The Past – Transforming Our Future
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                         “The Individual and Society”

Always a suspect by Oswald Mtshali

I get up in the morning
and dress up like a gentlemen –
A white shirt a toie and a suit.

I walk into the street
to be met by a man
who tells me “to produce”

I show him
the document of my existence
to be scrutinized and given the nod.

Then I enter the foyer of a building
to have my way barred by a commissionaire
“What do you want?”

I trudge the city pavements
side by side with “madam”
who shifts her handbag
from my side to the other,
and looks at me with eyes that say
“Ha! Ha! I know who you are;
beneath those fine clothes
ticks the heart of a thief.”




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