The Mask, by Maya Angelou | poems, essays, and short ... - Poeticous
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
The Mask, by Maya Angelou | poems, essays, and short ... - Poeticous
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
The Mask, by Maya Angelou | poems, essays, and short ... - Poeticous
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
The Mask, par Maya Angelou | poèmes, essais et nouvelles
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
The Mask, by Maya Angelou | Poeticous: poems, essays, and short …
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.
The Mask, par Maya Angelou | poèmes, essais et nouvelles
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.
When I Think About Myself, by Maya Angelou - Poeticous
When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,
The Mask, by Maya Angelou | poems, essays, and short ... - Poeticous
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.
The Mask, por Maya Angelou | Poéticous: poemas, ensayos y …
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.
The Mask, por Maya Angelou | poemas, ensayos y cuentos en …
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