Slammed & Split

My Goatee

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My goatee comes in red
although my hair is brown.
Without it I am dulled
& flat colors are abound,
but add it to my life
& vibrancy is found.

It takes time to grow
& it needs to be maintained.
& truth be told without it there
things just ain't the same.

Sometimes I choose to test it
by playing a little game —
if it goes unchecked a time,
will it stay the same?

It makes you mad it grows so thick;
You say you like me without it,
but once it's gone I feel I'm stripped.
It grows to spite you — deal with it.

See, each whisker in the beard
is one thought I've had
& there's a reason when I shave it
every one keeps growing back.

It will be full & healthy,
there's nothing you can do
except feel the scratchy whiskers
each time I'm kissing you.