Hair on your face, head and cranium

The hairs that are on my face
I cannot eradicate or erase
For the hairs on my arms, torso and legs
I would not give a smeg
They do not fill me with delight
I am frightened by the sight of them
To be naturally smooth
without the use of cooths
I hold to high esteem
Am I what I seem?
Do not fear for your appearance
For that is in the Hands of God
The Eye that sees all
By which I am called
Do not fret or pluck or pull or cut
You shall be in your luck
You shall enjoy
The Life of mens' foys
And never ending
women are beginning
.