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NeroameeAlucard Jun 2016
You, know I've given this some thought
and these following words come straight out of my heart.

Entitled.

That's everyone's favorite word to describe everyone my age
They seem to look at us with disdain, and in some cases blatant rage
But I gave it a day to simmer over
And you know what?
We are entitled. All of us are.
We're entitled to a world we didn't Choke to death with coal, fracking, poisoned water and cars.
We're entitled to an age when you don't get arrested and incarcerated for token up with some friends and blazing, or for protecting our loved ones ending up behind bars

You're right, we're entitled to an Era when you don't have to carry debt to the grave to pay off a 4 year investment
And a world where we can love and live as who we want, without judgement,
Now, I know put of shape while you read or hear this you might get bent.

Entitled.

You're right, but not in the way that you think
Because you've thrown everything at us but the proverbial kitchen sink.
But we're still here, and not going away.
Call us entitled all you want, but we're taking that word back today.
A manifesto for the youth
anon  Sep 2017
Untitled
anon Sep 2017
i'm a basic
untitled
entitled
typical brat

i live my days
as the untitled would
in an untitled world
going to untitled
unmarked
uninteresting places
and visiting typical
untitled
entitled brats
much like
myself

i catch myself in the mirror
and i think
"daaamn"
and i look my
untitled
entitled face
that reads

"stay away from me"

i'm nothing special
as an untitled person

i'm nothing terribly deep or profound

i don't work for what i want
i don't know struggle
pain eludes me
and laughs when i reach for it

i'm trying to know
trying to see
trying to care

i'm trying

but the untitled
entitled
aren't given what they truly need

the untitled
entitled
have everything

except compassion
relation
knowing
understanding
feeling
lessons learned
lives lost

the untitled
entitled
are entitled to
ease
the untitled
entitled
have nothing
though
about

life
Eric Gonzalez Feb 2012
I am entitled to my dreams
From the moment my cerebrum creates them
to the moment you stepped on them

I am entitled to my thoughts
the ones that taunt the very obsession you have become to me
and the ones that torture me in my sleep.

I am entitled to my heart
the one that beats for you until you speak to me
the one that brakes when you dont acknowledge  me

I am entitled to all of these
but in my eyes its clear to see
for who you are and what i am
your entitled to this very man