entitlement
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I could say why I deserve this or that
But honestly it would be a bunch of crap
I could sit up straight and smile in a possible employer's face
Tell her/him why I should be hired
Here they stand in equal measure, side
by side upon a long podium, each
looking out upon each other and visualizing
a lesser crowd and higher standing for
themselves. Do they not see the ground
they look at me and all agree
they think im a stuck up white girl
like, "she probably gets all her shit for free"
ive got blonde hair, blue eyes.
and my skintone is real white
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
I am angry about how life goes on.
We try and try and try, never to get
What we truly deserve, and often yet
Receive what we have never truly earned.
What happened to hard work? To us? To you?
if only everyone knew
if only everyone had their experiences
if only everyone understood
if only, if only.
Flaming red eyes, torn clothes at the thighs, and cuts and bruises that seemed to multiply, but still their lips whisper in sync
" She lies! She lies! "
But she only tells the truth
She is only but a youth
Every Friday and Saturday
You go and drink
You go and dance
You go and loose your mind
Being far from home
Far from rules
Far from reality
Far from truth
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
She takes flight.
All the light in those babydoll eyes.
Broken.
Soars away from these hardships.
Tender hands burned.
In this seemingly painless discuise.
Don't leave me in the darkness.
They label us an “entitled generation,”
Saying we only want what we want and want what we think we deserve.
What we think we’ve earned
What we think others have earned for us.
We have come here to these borders
drenched in the sweat and blood of those who have come before us.
They could see far more clearly through their own pain, than we can in our own
Momma always used to say, “God laughs at the plans you make.”
But that was just a chance I had to be willing to take.
Empathetic, kind-hearted, containing the true values of life
when the Sun is alive
so am I
the unimaginable dream is mine
fog will remain in my path
but fire in my eyes, boldly.
there is a dawn that rises
unshakeable and endless
like the core of soul
