BHM: Black Voices

In the tradition of Friday Poetry Blogging inspired largely by the jo(e)'s class, I offer a classic poem from the very first book of Black literature I purchased--Black Voices edited by Abraham Chapman (1968).

We Wear the Mask

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 overwise,
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.

--Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)