Like

This week

Sarah dyed her hair blue and yellow

And decided to stop saying extraneous likes.

She knew that 

the second change was infinitely more complex than the first.

She told me she couldn't do it cold turkey

That "like" had seeped into her

It was intrinsically linked to her speech

To the thoughts in her head

And even though my science major roommate and I

Are often too busy looking at the world through our own perspectives

That we rarely see eye to eye

 I understood.

Because 

"like"

is the best defense mechanism we've got

Like

Let's us think about what we are about to say

Without submitting to the awkward shame of consideration

Without admitting that we don't know something

Like

Is the ultimate dialogue filler

It gives us an excuse to elaborate on things

We want to

But don't need to

It's the window that feelings pop their heads through

Where opinions weave into the facts

And we don't become narrators

But people

Like

Is where you find your voice

And even though it sounds juvenile

Uneducated and unrefined

It makes sense

Because speaking is immature

Growing up is a form of surrendering

Realizing that you have opinions

But the world

Or at least some of it

Will hate you for them

And funny enough

Likable

Is agreeable

But like-able

Is powerful

It's expression at it's most subtle state

It's a speech sanctuary

Because it makes placing your heart within your mind

Seem natural

And I don't know about biology

The way Sarah does at least

But I do know that my body

My life

Has taught me

To bind my soul within my bones

Let it navigate through the narrow trails of marrow

Because we are not given the courage

To make ourselves vulnerable

But like is defiance

And rebellion

Is what the afraid call revolution

Which are now all concepts in Sarah's freshly multicolored hair

And I'm really happy that worked out for her

It probably would make her sound sharper

But like
I hope her second resolution doesn't.