She wanted to see the world, roam the earth and embrace the freedom promised to her, but her hair remained locked in the cage, tightly spinning around its prison’s bars.

Go free, they said. Look, it’s only your hair! Go bare, do whatever you dare but remaining locked with us is only hair! Why do you care?!

No, I can’t move, she said. I will not leave behind a part of me so dear! It’s me, it’s mine, let me shine, don’t drown me in flowers and gold, without my locks, I will never be fine!