A doll was made one night

It’s hair combed back

And it’s hair tucked tight

It sat on a shelf

Gathering dust

Until a girl came along

Gaining its trust

But the girl was not kind

Nor was she fair

As she tugged on its arms

And pulled out it’s hair

Days turned to weeks

Weeks turned to months

Yet somehow the doll

Had survived the girls stunts

After this torture

The girl was inspired

She tossed it from her roof

The doll was retired

It sat there lifeless

Hidden in the weeds

Until a new girl came along

To maintain the dolls needs

She took the doll home

And pulled out her kit

The stitching was tightened

Where it previously been split

Before she was done

She washed the dolls face

The doll was loved

And she was it’s saving Grace