A Child of Science

👨‍🔬🌋 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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