Little needle face, With a long pink dress and teeth Too big for your mouth, You are but a doll with a back breaking slouch and chest made from cotton//
your Little needle hands the machine that stitched yourself Together, the twine that holds your heart In place a Jagged knot of Cage and wire.
Little needle girl, with a button nose and stringy hair, Please ***** all your tormentors The way I could never ***** mine, And never grow your body Back
for every little girl who's been tormented. we were just children. Poem is eh