I treated my voice as my most prized possession
After millennia of facing obligate subjugation
Many women had found their voices before me
And I was trying to carry forward their legacy
Personally it had taken me decades to find
My authentic voice, the one reflective of my mind
I had been trying to hone it, to make it distinctive
Much time and attention to my voice I had been trying to give
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On the AI bandwagon, I resisted jumping for a while
I did not want anyone (or AI) to influence my style
Finally, the fear of missing out won over me
And I tried out a few AI platforms gingerly
I asked for an idea for a poem (looking for a prompt is nothing new)
But I was surprised by what the AI agent wanted to do-
It told me it would “do the heavy lifting” for me
And proceeded to compose a complete poem instantly
Since I had asked for a prompt, it gently told me I was free to choose
Which part, if any, of the finished poem I wanted to use
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Since then, each time I have asked for a specific answer, I have found
AI trying to be so “helpful” that it makes me turn around
And not look at whatever that bot had produced.
I do not want my real voice to get confused!
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If this is the beginning, I am terrified to think
Of what the future holds; the gravity of this situation is beginning to sink.
I am determined more than ever to keep my voice intact
That I shall not let my writing be influenced by AI is to myself a pact
