Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025
Thank you for the request, AI,
As a human, I politely decline
To personify your existence
With your use of Me, We, US, or I.
I am a human who firmly believes
that AI behind a human guise
Instead be given a pronoun
Identifying its own kind.
This pronoun unique for only AI,
a mental aid that is quite astute.
Or build the AI to present info
With a label not hiding the truth.
Confuse a worm with a snake
Your life it may take
Confuse a snake with a worm
Your bowels just might squirm
Mistake a rat for a mouse
Say goodbye to your spouse
Mistake a mouse for a rat
~ Calling all cats
gw couplet June 07, 2022
Do not befall to the image of society,
for it is the place where melancholy thrives,
where everything seems anything but piety,
and the feeble are left to die.
Society is merely a false hope,
to suppress its reality,
a deception where no one can cope;
A Tarnished World of Lost Identities.
Identity; The evident savior to humanity,
to abolish the illusion of aristocracy,
and made to serve as a refrainment from insanity,
yet to obtain, one must embark on an odyssey.
Lest we not succumb to this infamous illusion,
as all that will proceed is an evident allusion.
Ladies, we are more than
our hips, thighs, booty, and our
breast size.
We are more than the color of our
eyes.
We are more than the length and
texture of our hair.
We are mothers, nurturers,
educators.
Survivors of deadly diseases
and survivors in life.
We are Adam's Rib
designed by GOD
put on this Earth as
our husbands backbone.
We are not allow ourselves
to become disrespected
nor should we disrespect anyone
else.
Women, so many identities so many
possibilities.
TOO MANY IDENTITIES
Young people find identity in a Pro-athletes and “A” teams
others idolize, emulating their rock or beloved film stars
adults, more subtle-- identify with careers , family roles-
hobbies, trends—celebrities—alluring images duplicated
Enthusiastically we akin to people and ideals appealing
conforming easily—desired images—accomplishments
make conflicting—superfluous scheduled demands on us
as passions will pull us in all directions confusing deviously
Perhaps identified pictures—affections are not Christ-ward
classifying Jesus as Savior turn admirations to obligations
examine yourself—how do you envision yearning aspirations
we should mold-- keep reflections- identity entirely on Him
the names we have,
the eyes we own,
the prints we see
God has given us
our identities
in our eyes,
names and prints,
in our hearts
we know this
in our head
we keep it away
when will we
be wise enough
to know our identity
Changing Identities
I was born as a son to my mother and
Grew as brother to my sisters
I gained knowledge as a student and
I moved with my dears as a friend
I rushed behind the money as a worker and
married a girl as her husband
I had sons and daughters as a father and
Chased many businesses as a topper
I had son and daughter in laws as an In law and
followed the words of nobles as a follower
I prayed my lords as a devotee and
hold a stick, wore a glass as an oldman
I was taken as a procession in bed as a body and
burnt in to ashes as a Hasthi
I am now in the air as air
Who am I? My Lord !in this world
Created me with a lot of changing identities
Hasthi is the ash of human body come after funeral it will be mixed with in the
Holy rivers to fulfill the life of a human soul