Between Bruises & Blooms

You called me lazy
with an algorithm in your pocket.

Called me fake
from an app
that finishes your thoughts
before you type them.

You preached purity
beneath a search bar
that literally says
AI.

But sure—

tell me again
how untouched you are.

Tell me how your hands are clean
while your feed decides
what you see,
your phone predicts
what you mean,
your search engine answers
before you even scroll.

Tell me I crossed some sacred line
because I chose
to use the machine
you pretend
you aren’t already standing inside.

I never said
technology was innocent.

I never said
there weren’t questions worth asking.

But this was never
a conversation about ethics.

It was a stone
you wanted to throw
and AI was simply
the one you found first.

So keep your halo.

Keep preaching
from your algorithm-built pulpit.

Keep typing
“AI is ruining everything”
into a box
that says

Search with AI.

I’ll be over here
making something
out of the wreckage.

At least I’m honest
about the tools
in my hands.