The Beard Blues (The BB’s)

When I grew a beard…

People found it weird.

They thought I had veered

and adhered to some group they feared.

Nevertheless, why should I suppress

this facial dress with which I was blessed?

To impress some girlfriend or mistress?

To pursue some worldly success?

Let me guess…

To fit some blind idea of progress?

If that’s how you allow yourself to be oppressed

then you are in a spiritual mess you need to address.

What you call progress can be regress.

That’s something you should reassess.

I choose not to hide the faith I profess

My beard I caress in times of stress

Through it I express my identity, style and finesse

When I wash it or it rains it feels fresher than watercress.

Don’t you know deforestation is an unacceptable excess?

So don’t transgress. Let your face be repossessed

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