Lead Paint
Lead paint.
It used to be in everything.
I grew up in an old house.
Everything gets touched, paint chips got touched.
Lead paint.
I might have chewed on it at some point.
We’ll never be sure, someone else owns that house now.
My mom wonders sometimes.
If she should have watched me better.
I tell her that it was different back then.
Lead paint.
I don’t remember what it tasted like.
I was a kid.
Heavy metals are dangerous.
I tell her it was different back then.
Heavy metals inside by blood.
Lead paint.
It used to be in everything.
When I get a small scrape that draws blood, I remember:
Lead paint.
It’s still here.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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