My Hair

Dear Hair,
I have been told that I must cut you. I know it seems kind of childish for me to write you a letter, but this is hard to say out loud. People say I must grow up and become clean cut. Its time to get serious, they say that they can't accept you because your ideas might be as different as your hair. So hair they say we must part ways. Why must we part? To become one of them. Do you see a problem with this? I know that I do! In this age of understanding we are still conformed to prat5icing uniformnity and can not express ourselvees because the fear that people around may not understand. The simplest of things such as how a person looks seems to say volumes in our community now days and can limit a persons opportunities in some realms. So good bye hair, your long locs must go. I must conform to the conventional thoughts that were laid before me which prohibt you. So hair you must go because your very apperance speaks volumes and is much louder than any words that will come out of my lips. We must part so that we can join the rest of the world and blend in their world.