A Somebody Of Something Poem by Patti Masterman

And now I have become thoroughly a Somebody-
Though once, I was Nobody, only a child-
Most powerless, among the world's true movers.
It's true I planned no ambushes of greatness,
Planted no vistas of wisdom or skill,

Still managing somehow to morph into a sort of public entity:
Recognizable, if not lauded;
Vociferous, if un-heard,
Being proclaiming unctiously
That I take up some space, in this world.