sometimes i am an eccedentesiast,
my smile hidden under layers of hope and agony, bronze and brazen against my skin.
then, the tears fall.
the liquid bronze seeps onto the floor, rolls down my cheeks.
the mask slips and gets washed away.

sometimes, we are all eccedentsiasts.

sometimes, we have to let go of our façades.

watch them smash under the oppressor's foot.

then, we will truly learn.

how to smile.