How Dare
How can you even think to touch me
With those dirty, dirty hands
Not telling me where they have been
And deceiving me about where they want to go.
How dare you desecrate me with the touch of your unclean hands
With lies seeping through the blood just under the surface of your fingertips.
Feel unworthy, because you should
You are so unworthy to touch me
You should be ashamed of yourself for laying your impure hands upon me
After not telling, after lying
You defile me with your touch
Unfairly because I did not know - you did not tell
You make me dirty, make me feel dirty:
I make you happy because I am pure and clean and you can touch
You touch that which you are not worthy to even consider touching
I am dirtied and blackened
How dare you!
