Little Masterpiece

You reached your hand inside my world,
you grabbed the core and shook it up,
away fell all impurities,
you put the rest inside a cup.

You poured the cup into a mold,
a mold that was the shape of me,
you put the mold into an oven,
and baked it at a high degree.

Inside the oven it was hot,
a temperature I couldn't stand,
you took me out to cool me off,
and slowly I became a man.

After a while I took a breath,
moved my fingers and blinked my eyes,
you got rid of the bad in me,
that covered me like a disguise.

I compliment your handiwork,
I'm so much better than before,
I'll be your little masterpiece,
you made me, and so now I'm yours.