by Fernanda Binati
AI is a myth
dressed in clothes
solving the issue of time
through resolutions
en masse productions
and tax reductions
now, women give birth
but children are not the only options
AI is the persona behind the I
without complexities
so they are not the only ones
who creation is manifesting
read ideas but speak of none
AI is the teacher of the teacher
with no time, when speaking got costly
and sharing wasn’t caring
spreading intelligence like confetti
In fact, it is thinking without feet
before learning about trees
AI is the system turning down on humans
for showing off togetherness
the paradox between what you wish you’d be doing
and what you are doing, not for now
but only for later
AI takes space but forgets limits
measures time without the moon
goes to space to show you
the result of sapiens without homo
or children, nonetheless
knowledge equals obedience
articulation lies under pretension
the synonym for ordaining
without fully embracing
trapping without demanding
because AI is the result of
the result of a time-bound culture
teaching is the only result
of learning, status dictate worth
instead of remembrance
AI is the myth of words
AI is the past, the memories
at the supermarket, and bakery
where consumption spoke louder than needs
and the love of communities
all in all, it is the ideal of having lived
and loved before women gave birth
yet life proceeds irrespectively
with or without AI in the face of productivity
countless plannings but no time for feeling
