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I am Red
  I painted a picture 
  And then I was poisoned
  Hexavalent chromium
  Contaminated the water I drank from that night
  Six million thoughts became nothing
  I thought I cleared the drain-
  Someone must’ve poured it down my throat instead
  The painting was forgotten
  As I watched
  They watched
  Red
  Bleeding from beneath my tongue
  When I bit down on the words.
  I lit the flame of our fury
  Too quickly,
  Too quickly we were gone
  Hydrogen exploded
  Invisible
  In seconds
  Incinerated before we even saw the flames.
  I told my children to eat quietly
  I didn’t want them to share my fate
  Yet they bit down on their forks
  And became stupid
  As they chewed their way through dinner
  Their tongues
  Lead in their mouths.
  They told me I spoke too much
  I was dizzy with cavities in my brain
  So they shoved mercury into my mouth
  And let me drive myself mad
  Forgetting over time
  Over time
  over.
I forgot,
  I didn’t realize,
  I apologized
  For believing
  For playing with elements
  Of life
  That I shouldn’t have.
  I was dangerous
  And poison
  I was unwanted
  To be handled with caution
  I was sickness
  People named cancers
  And world wars after me
  People blamed the suicide of their children
  And the struggle to breathe
  On me
  As I polluted and destroyed them.
  I just wanted to paint the picture
  Let them coexist.
  The deadly
  The ones that burned
  The ones who were hidden
  The ones that were sickness and grief
  And wrong.
  They were always the most powerful
  We just couldn’t contain them.
The one who wanted more than red

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This piece came to me through my love of science and my passion for speaking up in my beliefs. I was challenged to write a poem about how outspoken people, and people with unpopular beliefs are viewed in society. I used deadly elements from chemistry and through research and decided to utilize them in the form of a metahor in and throughout my poem.