Sharp blades of silky obsidian grass
Poking up from pinches of ochre soil;
Luxuriant undergrowth – twisting coils
That of undesirables block. The. Path.
Wispy, transparent dandelion seeds
Strewn across a rough and earthy terrain;
Dark mossy barks that grow slick in the rain
And glint like stars in the sun’s lucent beam.
Tell me. Why would you ever desire to
Burn or scythe or mow or pluck out any
Of the shrubs that bore this charming garden?
Perhaps it had never occurred to you
That it was not there to please the many;
Only those who can fathom its allure.
A.N. This Petrarchan sonnet was inspired by Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey as well as my own experiences of the way in which body hair, especially female body hair, is perceived by society. I can’t help but notice that, despite increasing acceptance of deviations from the norm, hirsutism and even common patterns of body hair remain neglected by the liberal-minded. As part of my own journey to self-love, I believe that it is important to accept my body in its natural state, and realising the beauty of that which society deems ugly is one change of mind-set that will help me on my way.