We are all entitled to something. My name is entitled to me. Not you, me. My past is mine, not yours, mine. My future is to be mine. Not yours, mine. My story is mine to tell. Not yours, mine. My imperfections are mine. Not yours, mine My facial expressions are mine. not yours, mine. Don't try to take parts of someone else`s title to make it your title because its not for you. What we are is what we are entitled to. No matter how much we try to be like someone else, it just wont work, because that's not what you're suppose to be entitled to.
It does sometimes seem others are co-opting our experiences, our sense of self. I've written about this issue myself. The injustice of it is staggering… we can barely put it into words in the exigencies of the moment. You've put it into words.
NOTE: I recommend breaking most of the lines into two lines and setting the lines into stanzas. It will increase the impact of the words and themes, and carry the reader more visually into the cerebral experience of the poem.