Random Poetry: Whiskers

I grow a beard
Because I like how
It makes my face look

I keep it trimmed
And short
And use scented beard oil
To moisturize the skin
And condition the hair

I do it so
I like my face
And like myself

If you don’t
Like my face
Stop looking at me

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage. This poem is shared in observance of World Beard Day.