If you use artificial intelligence to reach out to me,
I’ll probably notice. It’s easy to see.
The evidence is buffed up to gleam far too bright,
Claims that upon closer inspection aren’t… quite… right.
And the details that matter to you, heart and soul,
Get buried while gaps in the narrative take their toll.
The AI will confidently say what to do,
But the statute of limitations? It missed that clue.
It uses good grammar and to an organized structure it’s committed,
But now I’ve spent hours looking for the parts it just plain omitted.
It’s sometimes good to timeline out the key events,
But the bias in the algorithm is a lot of work for me to circumvent.
So here’s what I’m asking, and I say it with zeal:
Just give me the facts, let me hear what you feel.
If you just tell me your story, the way that you’d narrate
To a friend over coffee, that would be great!
You should skip the AI essay, the polished-up case—
I want the real person, the real human face.
It’s nothing against what the algorithms can do,
But I need it authentic. I need to hear you.
First draft by Claude. Idea and revisions by me. The final edit is mine because you need to hear my voice, not the AI’s.