Johari’s Hierarchy of Needs

You cannot be angry at being robbed of something you never knew existed.

Like time, space, and the right to exist.

Privacy. Joy. Consciousness.

The freedom to express that consciousness.

Logic. Dignity. Minimum Wage.

The bounty of the earth.

And to be able to stand on any patch of soil on this planet

without being called an illegal alien

when you actually are home.

So why are we angry?

© Alicia Khoo

In the aftermath of the Worker’s Party winning the by-election,

Singapore, January 2013.

Foreign Policy

I am so glad they caught Saddam Hussein in Iraq while they went to Afghanistan for oil, sent young boys to fight for my freedom, hunted down the nasty Al Qaeda (all Saddam’s fault), put Martha Stewart in jail, took such great care of the troops with Halliburton, finally found Osama (but elected Obama–another Hussein)

and I can see Russia from my window in Fairbanks.

© Alicia Khoo

Inspired by Sarah Palin

Status Updates

  

June 27th, 2012. 1am.

I am

way too young to feel

this confused unsatisfied sad vulnerable irrelevant

anxious broken unimportant

                                                                        lost.

(too young)                 

Procrastination…

                                 I’m sooooo bored. Like my Facebook status if you

agree.                                               

           

 Tweet:

 

                                 No matter how powerful one person may be,

                                 or seem to be, not even he can stop the rain.        

                                                         

                                                                                                      OCCUPY WALL ST!!!                            

       

1.30am. You think you know me, but you don’t.

No one really knows me.

I keep a wall around myself       

but no one notices it or cares enough to some how get

                                                       beyond

it to where I

                                                          hide

                               

                                all of what I don’t say out loud.                   

 

(You think you know me, but you don’t)                   

                                                                                         

                                                                                                I’m soooooo bored.

                                               ❤ ❤ ❤

powerful. Vulnerable. Irrelevant.   anxiousbrokenunimportant           

not even he can stop the rain        

i don’t say out loud.

© Alicia Khoo

Experimental Poetry compiled from random status updates on Facebook from all over the world

Singapore, 2012