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A Child of Science

πŸ‘¨‍πŸ”¬πŸŒ‹ I think I was born a child of science
Because I examine life with such defiance. 

Adults have always told me various things are triumphs
But honestly, I think they've forgotten how to use silence. 

"Don't look at the sun; you'll go blind" 
they would shout without prompting. 
Then three year old me walked over 
like "what's that about?"

So after a staring contest with the sun
Would my eyes no longer be fine? 
A question that without their "advice" 
Would never have crossed my mind. 

The following year I dove into the world of chemistry. 
The explosive properties of baking soda & vinegar had a strong hold on me. 
They never stayed too long on the shelf of our pantry;
I'd rush outside to build a model of volcanic insanity!

And after a traumatic episode of earwigs raining down on me,
I took to collecting bugs as well. 
A fascinating little world opened up before my eyes,
And it was mindbogglingly swell. 

"Stay away from that hornet's nest; you're allergic!"
Well, now I got to see this shit. It'll be worth it. 
After all, they say experience is the best teacher--
And a dedicated scientist would give their life to meet her.

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