Texting poetry – 2: Being…….

Being…

I am a being in the world,
I am a “who-woman” being, a sentient being
A spec of dust; a grain of
Sand or a tear drop!
My own little dot of Oceania. I know my duty.
I am a being in the world,
I am a who woman being,
Just like the lot of you;
A sweet breathe of air
‘s all! Why are you so
Incurably paranoid, peps?
Mia Nikasimo (c) May 2009