I have grown a beard and a mustache this year, getting over the venomous hatred of my father and not wanting to be like him. I shaved the beard into a goatee, then to a mustache.
I walk around in a t-shirt and shorts, and flip flops. I approach people I want to talk to and speak to them, get gas, WalMart, whatever. No more voices in my head about what others think or say.
Sometimes I do not shave at all!
Underwear, I am beginning to think the nudists have the right idea, and hopefully, that never goes to fruition, as I am quite sure the blazing glare would signal airplanes to land, ha!
Thank you for this poem, what does it speak to you? :-P
Love ya brother,
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