Protest for Hair

Cassidy's hair was getting longer than her shoulders. Her mother believed in short hair. Cassidy didn't. "I think it's time you got a hair cut Cass." Her mother said one day. "No!" Cassidy screamed. "Why ever not Cassidy?" Cassidy's mother, Shirley was stunned. This was the first time her daughter had objected to anything. She must feel pretty strongly about if she objected. After all, Cassidy was ussually scared stiff of her mother.

"Because." Cassidy said simply. "I like my hair long." "Cassidy. Will you ever let someone cut it?" Shirley asked, baffled by her daughter's words. It felt as if she were losing control of her daughter. "Yes. When I feel it is growing too long." Cassidy answered. "After all Mother. It is my hair. I'm the one who has to live with it. Not you." She pointed out. "Yes Cassidy. But you're under 18. Legally, I can say what goes and what stays with you." Shirley argued. "And I say the hair goes." "Well legally, Mother I could easily move out of home." Cassidy retorted. "Cassidy. You wouldn't!" Shirley gasped. "Watch me." Cassidy said, heading off to her room and packed a huge suitcase full of things she wanted to take.

Shirley watched in horror as Cassidy walked out the front door, pulling a suitcase behind her, a duffle bag swung over her shoulder. Shirley ran to Cassidy's room. Many things were gone. At least 5 pairs of shoes, about 20 outfits, a sleeping bag and pillow. Cassidy had even gone as far as to ssteal her mother's credit card. Cassidy knew the pin number. She could easily use it. Shirley could have cancelled it. But she didn't. She didn't have the heart to. Her daughter was basically homeless now. Shirley figured the least she could do was put $30 on a week, allowing her daughter some money to live on.

Since that day, Cassidy has been living out on the streets. All due to a protest about keeping her long hair.

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A tribute to hit musical Hair.