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.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s