Poems for:

Belkis M. Marte

Belkis Marte Martich, Dominican Republic, narrator and poet. Bachelor of Behavioral Sciences from Mercy College. In his career he has ventured into the world of narrative, poetry and children's literature. He has published Memorias de mi Infancia (Cuento, 2016), My Childhood Memories (Cuento, 2017), De ti Depende la Color de la Noche / You Choose the Color of the Night (Poetry, 2018), El Girasol Haragán / The Lazy Sunflower , (Children's literature, 2019), Banana and Carrot Dream to be Free, (Children's literature, 2020), and Una Chiquita Gigante / A Giant Little Girl, (Children's literature, 2020). Belkis has participated in the Bronx and New Jersey book fairs. She was recognized for her literary contributions at the XXlll Fradique Lizardo Art and Culture Awards, 2019, San Cristóbal, RD. She was named, ambassador and cultural promoter of the Bronx by the Poetic and Cultural Cafeteria, Candela, of San Cristóbal, her native town.

Tell me about the night I was born

Tell me about the night
I was born, I imagine that the moon
Dawn brought; your screams
(of pain and joy)
they moved your heart.

I don't know

With tenderness and fury,
your chest widened,
accompanied by tears,
my being was emerging.

I don't know

Torture and joy
on the pale face:
The midwife without giving up
helped bring
to the world new life.

I don't know

My father,
moved behind the door.
In your face,
like a mask, anguish.

I don't know

Your lioness claws
they nailed to the sheets:
Red rose, thorn.

I don't know

Talk to me: what did they look like
the constellations?
The night, the air?
The instant I received life.

I don't know

Did the moon look like a balloon
igniting the universe?
Were the stars birds
making the wind laugh?
Trumpet announcing
my arrival?

I don't know

Did the night drag
the volcano of the day
soaking your body
with a river of sweat?

I don't know

Tell me about my first sigh;


From my face emanating
of your being.
(I see stars shining
in the night of your eyes)


Today I raise your silver strands,
my tenderness softens the lines
of your countenance.
If loneliness overwhelms you,
I will fly to your side to hug you.
I will kiss your forehead every day,
butterfly fluttering over
your face trying
melt away the pain.

I don't know

They will decorate you like a rose bush
My arms;
I will always find you there,
where love flourishes.

I don't know

Thanks Mom,
in the night I was born.

I don't know

I don't know

Taken from my book:
The Color of the Night Depends on you /
You choose the color of the night.
(Belkismarte28@gmail.com)

Belkis  MMarte

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