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ABOUT THE POEM: Entitlement is not a poem about wanting more; it is a refusal to want at all. Its philosophical center is absence—empty hands, stripped expectations, a deliberate rejection of reward. The speaker is not asking the world to recognize him, bless him, or redeem him. He is asserting something far more threatening: the right to exist without justification. That alone places the poem in direct conflict with modern systems—social, economic, academic, and moral—that demand performance, credentials, compliance, or narrative neatness in exchange for legitimacy. The repeated contrast between “direct experience” and “academic titles” is not anti-intellectualism. It is anti-substitution. Knowledge acquired through distance, theory, or authority is shown as insufficient when measured against lived exposure—standing where harm happens, where exclusion is real, where silence has weight. The poem argues that proximity changes perception, and that many who speak confidently would fracture if placed inside the conditions they theorize about. This is not arrogance; it is an indictment of abstraction without consequence. The monk–warrior duality is crucial. The “empty hand” signifies non-attachment: no demand for outcome, no bargaining with fate, no hunger for applause. The “stance” signifies readiness: refusal to collapse, to surrender posture, to be bent into gratitude for survival alone. Together, they form an ethic of disciplined resistance—calm without passivity, aggression without greed. This is not spiritual bypassing and not brute force. It is controlled presence under pressure. The reference to Santiago from The Old Man and the Sea sharpens the philosophical divergence. Santiago accepts the universe as impersonal and honest; the speaker does not. The poem claims the modern world is slipperier—not indifferent, but deceptive. Systems promise fairness, merit, progress, and meaning, then quietly withdraw them. In that sense, endurance alone is no longer sufficient. One must also remain lucid, angry if necessary, and unwilling to internalize the lie. The speaker does not romanticize suffering; he names its source. Anger here is not chaos. It is information. It signals that something is structurally wrong, not merely personally unfortunate. The poem’s anger is measured, not explosive. It fuels walking—not shouting, not pleading, not retreating. Walking becomes the final philosophy: movement without spectacle, persistence without witnesses, continuation without reward. This is why applause is irrelevant. Applause would corrupt the stance by reintroducing entitlement from the back door. Ultimately, Entitlement positions itself against both victimhood and heroism. The speaker is neither asking to be saved nor crowned. He insists on correctness of being rather than success of outcome. That is the poem’s quiet brutality: it offers no solution, only posture. In a culture obsessed with results, visibility, and validation, the poem chooses something rarer and more dangerous—remaining. Walking. Empty-handed. Unimpressed. Unfinished.

Title – Entitlement (The Old Man and the Sea)

If even I don’t know, then who does?
This is my claim: direct experience towers over academic titles.

Put her where I stand-
tell me what she would see.
Or would she disintegrate instantly,
scatter back into the universe as particles,
as if someone scared the ghosts clean out of her?

Now put me where she stands.
I wouldn’t bat an eyelid.
It would still be a world that can’t see me.

I can still see the world-
without judging this time-
and I might still come away empty-handed.

I never wanted anything in the first place,
not even grace.
Just my presence
in a world that was already here.

No one who came before me wanted anything from this world.
They arrived empty-handed
and left with nothing.
I wanted the same.

I just wanted to be here,
among all of this.

But the motherfuckers wouldn’t let me live.

I am reality
in the face of life sold as fantasy.

Just to let everyone know-
and to keep reminding-
not elegance,
but stance
is what you need.

The outcome of desire corrupted the moment;
it was not in my hands-I was inexperienced.
Entitlement was never the aim.

This is the only way.
It is not a middle ground.
The way is to walk.

I am the empty hand of a monk,
but I have kept the stance of a warrior.

My character will not let me lose or taste defeat;
the universe may win,
but I will not let it happen.

In the words of Santiago, The Old Man and the Sea:
“A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

Santiago accepts the world as impersonal.
I reject the world as dishonest.

I am angrier-because the opponent is slipperier.
That was fiction.
This is reality.

The sea was honest.
My world isn’t.

That’s the difference.

Many could walk this road for three steps.
Very few would keep walking once nothing applauds them.

And Ronie Dinosaur is walking.

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