pile of brown clay pots

This is what made me. This is who I am. I come from poverty, from dust, from the ground, from nothing. I was told to fear the man who came from nothing. I was told to do so because he has nothing to lose. It wasn’t until I had everything did I realize you mustn’t fear the man who has nothing to lose instead the one who has only to gain. We built towers of clay, only for those who needed the bits.