This poem was written by a Guest Writer, Judith Sarah
Do you know who I am?
Perhaps you already know me
By my name, and 7-digit ID
But I guess that's where your knowledge ends
So well Hello, I'm on a mission.
To help you understand
That I will be who I am;
So please Singapore, just listen.
I'm a girl birthed from your Singaporean soil
Right into your ideal Singaporean family-
2.2 children, HDB flat, parents,
And of course, bill-paying perennially.
I've spent a lifetime going to your best schools,
Won all your book prizes, and scholarship money;
Now at eighteen, and none the wiser,
But somehow with you, I'm still quite happy.
I'm the girl who used to think
That you and I were through,
But who now just can't help writing
To you, about you, for you.
But really, who am I to you?
You scrutinize me through your prescribed glasses,
In this great nation of myopia;
You ruthlessly label me a criminal,
In this law-and-order-Utopia.
So to you I am simply that delinquent
Who craves cigarettes and thrives on rage;
Who somehow managed to break 5 of your laws,
Before her legal age.
You see me as one who can never fit
Into your perfect mould of 'living';
The woman who may never bear you
Those children you've been so badly craving.
To you, I will always be the eroder of your social fabric.
I want to love you, Singapore.
But can you ever love me back?