Traducción de Grok III al inglés norteamericano y orientado por mi, de un poema de mi autoría
**Pay to Read** Yesterday, I got my ears pulled, Maybe to make me feel guilty and punish me. My Nona, with her long, hard nails, used to pinch me. That professor scolded me, Probably because the official lectured him. Pulling the ears of a grown man Because he’s steeped in the institution. The institution had given the Artist a job, And she ended up steeped in the institution too. It’s money earned by performing a role That aligns with being an artist. The writer who pulled my ears wrote three novels. He, I think, was no longer a professor. I told them that reading is an activity of a free society, Not a patent owned by the institution. When they told me they paid for a session of my work As a reading mediator, They asked me to please listen to the professor, Si...