Hey everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Three things I’m most grateful for are the food in my stomach, the roof over my head, and this laptop that I’m typing on. Today’s poem is another historical poem because I had so much fun with the last one. We’re staying in the WW1 era with this poem about the Radium Girls.
It glows like green fire
Magical paint
Shiny lipstick and glowing watches
A cure for cancer and a dancer’s costume
They call it radium, atomic number 88
Tiny brushes in the warehouse
I am very precise
We wear our ballgowns on Friday
They say it is very safe to paint our teeth
And still we shine like ghosts
My friend Mollie is dead
‘Syphilis’ they say
But she had a toothache
And then she bled to death
My friends are all dying around me
‘Syphilis’ they say
Does syphilis make your spine collapse?
Does syphilis give you cancer?
But what else could it be?
’88’, the dying girls whisper
‘It’s the radium’, they tell me
With their last breaths they still fight
The mystery has been solved at the cost of their lives
‘88′
Have a good day!!
Here’s the quote, “The two most important days of your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” -Mark Twain
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