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You made me

From the seashells you once found,

Keeping them together to build a sculpture profound.

You made me even with your hands getting dirty,

I was a pebble in the muck unvalued by every.

Clasping in your hands you didn’t heed to,

The people’s who asked you to throw me.

You gave me the life almighty didn’t,

Now I’m devoting to you before him.

Every ounce of me has a prestige now,

Diamond having grinds you put on.

I’m nobody ornament to get flaunted,

I’m in your essence even if you would slave me.

-Riya Shah