Pins And NeedlesA Poem by RastaChiko™An anti-ode for school. April 8th, 2010.From the sharp point, To the ugly gleam. Sending chills up my spine. Much more terrible than they seem.
Used to jab, And prick the human skin. One shot, then two. Then a thrid for their personal win.
Sometimes used to sew. To mend one's own face. They don't tilt on gender, Or types of race.
Pins and needles enjoy bloodshed, And everyone's pain. Whenever they touch, They pierce like cold rain.
The way they stand out. With harsh ways to feel. They shine like glass, And stab like broken steal. © 2012 RastaChiko™Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 9, 2010 Last Updated on June 15, 2012 AuthorRastaChiko™Flaming O's Records, MAAboutI could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio. My name is Heather. I'd rather be called something more creative. I am seventeen, turning a sweet eighteenth in January. I.. more..Writing
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