Who am I?
What am I?
Of what use am I?
When I'm formed into existence, they dress me up so neat, well arranged and packaged.
I become the envy of many humans and other lower animals.
Sometimes my value increases so high that only the wealthy humans can afford me.
When they make such transactions, I lose my freedom and my home once more.
By change of ownership, I become a slave of the one who acquires me.
They use me as they will, and sometimes I am being used for something else other than what I was initially made for.
They strip me off my Dignity!
Oh! I've lost my value!
They've stripped me off my precious life.
Oh! What am I now?
Now, I have become the lowliest of all things.
I now live in waste bins, big waste drums and large expanse of land for waste.
When I try to begin anew in my new home my flesh get savoured by the blazing fire, or I get recycled..... and the process repeats itself.
Hello Freewriters community my name is 
@mariannewestHave you read these posts by me?
☆ Unravelling my Favourite Hive Author: The Story between the Storyline
☆ DIARY OF A CONTENT CREATOR ON HIVE
☆ Did you know that there are more than 10 ways to Earn on Hive?
☆ INFLATION: FROM THE LOCAL MAN POINT OF VIEW
I may not be your favourite author, but you can journey with me to help me develop my writing and creative skills. I am always open to criticism, correction and learning 🥰.
