a brief introduction

SARAH SHAMIRA
HI, I'm Sarah and I love dogs.
I am indianmuslimchristian but people say i look like half chinese and half caucasian. confused? yes I'm just asian but i'm different, and that's gonna make you remember me.
I cannot stand immature people and girls who act cute. you're not cute. lastly, I hate to lie and cheat so I hate people who do it. other than that, I'm pretty much your next-door girl :)
I wish i was one of those slim and pretty girls


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anonymous comments are fine with me, but it would be nice if you would leave your name :) but if you want to ask me a question, YOU HAD BETTER LEAVE YOUR NAME. if you don't, I will not answer you. simple. because it means one thing, you want to get information about me so that you can gossip. nuff said.

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I know why the caged bird sings
Friday, November 11, 2011 || 6:57 PM

I know why the caged bird sings


A free bird leaps on the back of the wind 
and floats downstream till the current ends 
and dips his wing in the orange suns rays 
and dares to claim the sky.



But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are
tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the
sighing trees and the fat worms
waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and
he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the
grave of dreams his shadow shouts
on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are
tied so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.

-Maya Angelou



all I can do is shout and scream, verbally/literally express my yearning for freedom, to be unrestrained, uncontrolled, to do what i want FREELY without any fears lingering at the back of my head. please, respect the fact that I really need you to barge less into my life. I need you to ask less questions. throw less demands. accept that I'm growing up. why can't you? my soul is one that longs to be free, to express myself freely. restrain me further my lord and lady, and you will see something you never thought existed. its been dormant inside of me ever since i was 13,  but yes it has been silently growing. now its starting to show its desire for taking control over my obedient-self. and yes, if this continues then stopping it from ruling my mind, will be a problem..