How Dare You?
by vbacwarrior
You said to me:
You're putting the life of yourself, of your child at risk—
How dare you?
What if he dies what if you choke what if they slip—
How dare you?
A selfish thought, and childish to birth at home—
How dare you?
To take responsibility for this child as if he was your own—
How dare you?
And oh by the way, you hate that they cut you?—
How dare you?
So you share with me thinking I'll care what they do—
How dare you?
What I heard you say:
You know what you're doing; you know that you're right—
I'm scared of you
You protect your baby and you're prepared to fight—
I'm scared of you
I'd rather not feel it, wake me up when they're through—
I'm scared of you
You really know so much more than I do—
I'm scared of you
If I sign my name on this paper here, they say—
I'm scared of you
Baby's fine, I'll be safe, I give my responsibility away—
I'm scared of you
What do you want from me? What am I supposed to do?
If you want me to say I'm wrong, or scared, or weak, or okay—
How…dare…you?
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