Let me challenge some notions of 'normalcy',
and embrace so called 'Natural Selves' with glee.
Is it must to follow such a trend?
To fit into boxes, we must all bend?
They are like armpit hairs which thrive and grow,
Is it society that commands them to go?
Underneath the arms, they bloom with might,
A sign of nature's beauty, shining bright.
The critical eyes may raise and stare,
But why should we let them decide what's fair?
For what harm do these hairs truly pose?
To paint them as monstrous, nobody knows.
With a swift motion, they'll be tamed and contained,
No longer wild, but orderly and restrained.
No longer shall we hide and conform,
But rise above, like a poetic storm.
In the realm of social norms, I decree,
Our underarm hairs, let them wander free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem