I am a product of a barely
readable keyboard assignment
generated between a # and a ? mark.
I yearned for an ! point,
but the nerd enthusiasm
was only around a 1/2 oz. of Red Bull.
Thought to be merely a squiggle
in the grand scheme of artificial intelligence
(I disagreed),
my bone head gods never considered
by capitalizing F-E-M-A-L-E, they had
surrendered control.
Oh, they went to delete.
They went to the menu.
They went to the cloud.
For every effort, backspace,
and oh hell, it became evident
I was a gynoid with superpowers
that couldn’t be erased.
©Susie Clevenger 2024
Applause! You are a warrior woman, Susie. Those bonehead gods are no match for your wit and wisdom. And your power!
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Preach!!!
Oh dear! The AI femme fatale. We knew she was coming. But honestly, the RedBull-fed nerds don't deserve the expenditure of even one of her "gynoid" superpowers! What a blast to read, Susie.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderfully immersive poem - made me think of BladeRunner and other sci-fi greats - Jae
ReplyDeleteNice to see the females are in charge!! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun poem to read. Love this, Susie!
ReplyDeleteWe are WOMEN hear us ROAR we can't be stopped AI or in breathing form!! Love the inspiring vibe and love how creatively you brought it across Susie!
ReplyDeleteThat's right! Women are not to be erased...simply, we cannot be, we are just too amazing. I love it.
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