Entitlement

It must be nice to feel so entitled
to so much of somebody else;
to somebody else’s body,
time,
affection,
attention.

Doesn’t it get overwhelming?
All this entitlement?
Doesn’t it get heavy?
To walk around knowing you have so much claim to that which isn’t yours?

Isn’t empowering to have the right
to police so much of somebody else?
Doesn’t it feel good to be able to talk a woman
and feel righteous indignation when she doesn’t give you the response you’re entitled to?

How amazing so much entitlement must feel.
I cannot relate.
As a woman I cannot relate to how it must feel to have that much entitlement over another human being.
Not when I have to fight for the right to my own feelings,
wants,
needs,
desires,
womb,
sexuality,
body.