This is a poem written for a movement we held on instagram against AI and plagiarism! Unfortunately AI is winning, and there's no way we can truly identify these predators. But some can be seen clearly they use AI! Say no to plagiarism
Take AI’s verses and make them yours, fake wisdom through generated synonyms, stolen from the thesaurus of thieves. Maybe there are no pages for inkless minds that lack creativity, or maybe pigments in their ink have no stability. Originality comes from an authentic realm, so why become a poetic predator, stealing this pain, and claiming it as your own testimony of healing. Think twice when you confuse my silence as blindness. I can see through those soulless words, that hold no meaning nor insight. You influence me to question if your quill actually comprehends the depths of the metaphors I’ve woven. Poetry is not always defined by iambic pentameters, nor by syllables and insincere irony articulated as illusive imagery in your fabricated foolery, as every stanza is how a poet perceives the world, weaving words into artistic confessions. A poet’s heart is graphically bleeding upon the edges of a canvas, sketching sentiments in shades of scarlet and sangria, dipped in acute amaranth acrylic. You copy generated text on your virtual feed, finding opportunities to paraphrase someone else’s personal prose, yet remain ignorant to feel their aura from screens far away
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