Poem on my hair and my beard...

Black and shiny,
Bushy and curly,

Are my hairs,
and I don't care,

alongside my beard,
Which makes me look weird,

Causing my classmates to mock me,
Calling me local monkey,

15 years old I am though,
I almost pass for daddy's younger bro,

Cut and shave dad say,
pestering me every day,

But I argue,
As my causes are true,

My identity is my beard,
No matter how much it makes me look weird...