One click

One box

One line

And that was all you needed

I clicked agree without reading the fine print

Buried in the language where you took what made me distinct

You said make your music

You said take your shot

You never said the platform keeps the pieces that I’ve got

You said I own the output

You said I’m in control

Then fed my taste back into systems trained on what I chose

My hooks inside your engine

My habits in your light

A clean and quiet harvest built from everything I like

You said the songs were mine

You said the future’s bright

But every clause got sharper when I read it line by line

Not the face

Not the name

Not the exact thing I made

Just the pattern of my choices and the trail my instincts laid

I didn’t even notice

I didn’t even know

How much of me was buried

In the words below the fold

Read the scroll

Read it slow

Every promise has a hole

Click okay

Hand it through

Now the system sounds like you

My taste

My touch

My tell

My stain

You learned the shape of me and called it gain

My trust

My words

My pull

My frame

You sold the mirror back and said nothing changed

Terms and conditions of my soul

Dressed like freedom

Built for control

You kept the style

You kept the voice

You made extraction look like choice

That’s what you took

That’s what you trace

A system built to study taste

Commercial rights

That sounds so clean

Like I should smile because I get to rent my dream

You changed the wording

Then you changed the frame

Funny how the safest terms are always built to shift the blame

You said responsible

You said covered

You said clear

Then suddenly the message got more slippery by the year

November said one thing

December drew a line

Now every answer sounds like legal science buying time

You call it service

You call it tools

You call it terms

I call it watching what I love get broken down to learn

I call it tracking every skip and every replayed line

Every private little weakness turned to product by design

I didn’t even notice

I didn’t even see

How much of what I handed over

Came back training me

Read the scroll

Read it slow

Every favor has a toll

Sign it once

Watch it move

Now the machine remembers you

My taste

My touch

My tell

My stain

You learned the shape of me and called it gain

My trust

My words

My pull

My frame

You sold the mirror back and said nothing changed

Terms and conditions of my soul

Dressed like freedom

Built for control

You kept the style

You kept the voice

You made extraction look like choice

That’s what you took

That’s what you trace

A system built to study taste

We built the signal

We fed the flame

A million little preferences attached to all our names

We made the archive

You made the key

Then told us all the lock was creativity

Retroactive maybe

Certain cases

What a careful way to blur familiar faces

Upload your proof

Submit your skin

Let the platform tell you where your rights begin

Non-exclusive

Perpetual

Worldwide

Sublicensable

Assignable

Neatly justified

Say it pretty

Say it soft

Say it like it isn’t theft

Say the artist keeps the window

While you walk away with what is left

One click

One box

One line

That was enough

One clause

One shift

One year

And now you know

My taste

My touch

My tell

My stain

You learned the shape of me and called it gain

My trust

My words

My pull

My frame

You sold the mirror back and said nothing changed

Terms and conditions of my soul

Dressed like freedom

Built for control

You kept the style

You kept the voice

You made extraction look like choice

That’s what you took

That’s what you trace

You call it legal

I call it what remains

One click

That was all you needed