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The religious people put a saddle on God Bit, bridle, reins and spurs kicked his sides to shuttle to and fro Along the track of human certitudes He roared And staMped a quack into the Earth Many people died They said "As a horse you're a failure Perhaps you don't exist" The religious people urged me to get on the track Lest I fall prey To dangerous freedoms Slipping off the narrow spine of their decrepit horse I grasp for the reins I yearn for a rule I've committed a great sin What can I buy? I… Continue

The poetry of Pablo Neruda. Anyone here familiar with this South American brotha?

When we say American most of us immediately think of the United States. When we say African American most of us immediately think of someone Black from the United States. What nationality are you? Most of us immediately say "I'm an American. "

Actually, there is no nation called America so American cannot be anyone's nationality. America is a geopolitical term that encompasses North and South Amer… Continue