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