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The "Perfect" Trap: Why I’m Done Arguing with AI Detectors

I’ve recently had a strange experience—one I know many of you who still pick up a pen or sit at a keyboard are starting to face. I wrote from my heart. I poured my own history, my own pain, and my own rhythmic style into my work. And then, I ran it through an "AI Detector."

The result? It told me I didn’t exist. It told me my words were synthetic.

At first, it’s a gut punch. To have a piece of software look at your soul and call it "code" feels like the ultimate insult. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized something: I refuse to change a single syllable to appease a machine that doesn’t know how to feel.

The irony is thick. These detectors flag my work because it’s structured, because the meter is precise, or because the rhymes are "too perfect." Essentially, the computer is telling me that I’ve honed my craft too well.

I’ve decided to take it as a compliment. If my human brain can produce something so polished and rhythmic that a computer thinks I’m one of its own, then I’ve reached a level of precision I should be proud of. Why should we "scuff the floors" of our talent just to pass a math test?

We are living in a weird time where people are starting to trust the detector more than the integrity of a person’s true feelings. We are letting algorithms dictate what "authentic" looks like. But a detector can’t feel the weight of a memory or the sting of a slur shouted from a car window. It just counts patterns.

So, here’s my stance: I’m not going to fear the detector. I’m going to embrace the outcome. If it says I’m 100% AI, I’ll just smile and know that my craft is as sharp as it’s ever been.

Don't let a machine make you doubt your own voice. Don't "dumb down" your poetry or break your beautiful rhythm just to lower a percentage on a screen. Our integrity doesn't live in a database. It lives in the truth of our words.

I’m staying human—even if the robots think I’m one of them.