The onset of facial hair
on my formerly fuzzy face
gets play:
metalheads talk to me,
nice girls eye me longer,
and the girls with 'tude
- well,
a bitch is a bitch -
and parents pull their children
closer.
If appearance reflects what's inside
my soul feels well-groomed,
shorn, and a little dark;
that is,
if one can construe
the essence of a human
from a quick
(but not too quick
glance.
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