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
