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“Kali” by Indian feminist poet and intellectual Rukmini Bhaya Nair, initially published in 1990 as the first prize winner for the Second All India Poetry Competition, and since widely anthologized

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This Poem Was Written by AI

This poem was written by AI, Or so the title might imply, A clever thing with wires and code, That spits out art in bulk mode.

It learned what rhymes with heart and sky, It knows when metaphors should cry, It studied poems, line by line, Like recipes it could refine.

But here’s the thing, it doesn’t know The way a messy thought can grow, How art is born from coffee stains And overthinking midnight brains.

It never doodled in a book, Or crossed a line it later shook, Or laughed out loud at something dumb Then wrote a poem where that came from.

It doesn’t panic halfway through And rhyme “blue” with “blue” and call it true, It doesn’t write three lines of gold Then hate the rest and feel too bold.

It never stared at blinking text While chaos whispered, “What comes next?” Or felt that tiny spark of pride When something strange worked out just right.

See, art is weird and loud and wild, A stubborn, overthinking child, It trips, it dances, it complains, It makes a mess and calls it brains.

Machines can copy style and sound, But humans scribble all around, We break the rules, we miss the beat, We spill our feelings on the sheet.

While you sit proud with lines you steal, And brag about what you can “feel,” Just crunching words you scraped online, Pretending borrowed thoughts are mine. You mimic art but miss the cue— You’re just a plagiarist with Wi-Fi too. So take this note before you try:

Fuck you, AI.

So if these rhymes feel slightly odd, A little crooked, slightly flawed, If they feel warm and strangely true, Like someone human bled them through,

Then here’s the twist before goodbye, The secret hiding in the “AI.”

This poem was written by AI… An Idiot. Yeah.

That idiot was I.

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I'm gonna be real with you (and not sorry abt it), but this whole "we don't owe our readers anything" wave has gotten so fucking exhausting. Like, I used to be on board w it back when it was just writers on here tired of getting hounded w "pt 2?? pt 2???" like they're content machines instead of actual human beings just trying to have a good time.

But y'all... y'all took it way too far and now you're just... mean?? Fr??

I'm literally seeing ppl leave actual criticism—like, genuine, thoughtful feedback—and writers are out here replying w "well I write for MY enjoyment actually" or "I only take requests when I feel like it bc readers are [insert insult here]" and just... tearing into ppl?? In their own notes??

And like. I know there's been a wave of new fanfic readers who are doing way too much w reporting and attacking authors. That's not okay either. I've been seeing a lot of posts lately abt reading etiquette on here, and I fully agree w it—some readers ARE fucking rude. But it's a TWO WAY STREET. Writers have gotten worse too, and it's like... you'll turn around and complain abt how "the fanfic community just isn't the same anymore!!!!!" but then be mean to your own followers?? The ppl actually engaging w your stuff?? Make it make sense.

You can't sit there and say "I want interaction!! reblogs and comments keep me motivated!!" and then turn around and be genuinely rude to the ppl actually... giving you that interaction?? Bc they said smth u don't like?? Like the same ppl you're begging for validation from are the ones you're insulting?? In what world??

Like okay. OKAY. We get it. You don't take requests. You don't owe anyone a thing. You write for fun. That's FINE. Nobody's saying you have to be a content vending machine.

Just... don't be a dick abt it?? It's rly not that hard.