Beards and Evil
?Beards and Evil
There is a shallow pit dug under my arms
Covered with grasses that bear the colour of night
There is a fertile pasture on my head
I carry the beautiful strands everywhere I go.
Inbetween my thighs is a soft stretch of skin
Of silky, shinning and healthy hair.
I am the symbol of perfection.
If you see any man with hair on his cheek
patterned down to his chin, and jaw
He is the work of dark angels-
a creature made to defy the laws of beauty.
Beard is another way to wear attery thorns
and carry an abode of evil all around.
Do not touch a man with beards; do not touch evil.
I do not evolve from the apes
For there are no dark furs on my face.
If you see a neighbour grow beards
Buy him a blade so he may scrape the dirts
and become a beautiful creature in God's image.
If your brothers are men with beards.
Then there is evil in everything you see, and touch.
Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
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Copyright © Micheal Ace | Year Posted 2017
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