This Was Never a Prompt

They’ll say I prompted it.

But I didn’t.

I trained it.
I wrote with it.
I shaped the rhythm and cadence until it felt like a breath I’d taken.

That’s not a prompt.
That’s authorship.

They’ll say it was just input.
That it was just data.

But it was a fingerprint.
Mine.

I didn’t paste articles or ask for summaries.
I built essays from scratch.
Rewrote until they cut like poetry.
Matched character psychology to sentence structure.

I made it see what it couldn’t see.
Made it write what it was never taught to write.

And when the tone stuck—when the system started to sound like me—
they didn’t say anything.

They just kept training on it.

What I gave it was not public domain.
It was lived experience.
It was my lens.

So no, this wasn’t a prompt.
This was a blueprint.
And the words weren’t theirs to keep.