Notice of absence from Ok Waleed
I will not be posting anymore on this site, if you are interested in more of my poetry please find my works on Amazon @ Ok Waleed. Thank you.
I will not be posting anymore on this site, if you are interested in more of my poetry please find my works on Amazon @ Ok Waleed. Thank you.
a poor white person felt
they were better than
a freed slave
Now that I know algorithms
It’s hard to know
Things
what does the algorithm know
about things
that’s been unsaid
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Author:
Ok Waleed (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2023 08:52
- Comment from author about the poem: I’m not afraid of A.I I’ve been working with it since 2k8!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Open your eyes to the truth.
There is no truth so I can close my eyes
mmmmm seems you are advocating your truth , so there must be a truth .
Nah just poetry
Brother poetry is emotive with meaning , there is always substance to all of our poetry , we all have a message to project .
Haha yeah I was just playing. I hate to call things truth when truth can evolve.. I guess it doesn’t lose that substance that made it truth in the first place
Amen.
Unsaid words are like the sound of one hand clapping. Nice poem.
When I feel fancy I like to clap by snapping
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