Nicole Cecilia Delgado (1980)

 



sucede que me canso de ser mujer
sucede que entro en las oficinas
empequeñecida, estereotípica
que camino por las calles como si no existiera
sucede que me canso de ser sombra, de ser cuota
de estar siempre detrás de la cortina
y no existir tampoco en los cantos generales
sucede que me agota repetir el nombre
que sea intercambiable mi apellido
sucede que me agobia dar explicaciones
sucede que me enrabian las miradas
sucede que me gasta ser vendida
sucede que me canso de mis caderas
de ser tetas gigantes por televisión
de necesitar un seudónimo talla tres
sucede que me canso de parecer débil
y que susurren los balcones si ando sola
el olor de la cebolla me hace llorar a gritos
y solo quiero un descanso de calderos y de cloro
solo quiero no ser mapo, sábanas ni escoba
ni pirámides de ropa sucia amontonada
sucede que me canso de ser mujer
sucede que me canso de mi pelo
de las faldas, de los trajes, de las flores
de los colores pálidos
de las pantallas y las pulseras
sucede que me canso de ser mujer
pero tal vez
si fuese hombre no me cansaría.



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Nicole Cecilia Delgado is a Puerto Rican poet, translator, editor, and book artist known for her contributions to independent publishing and contemporary Caribbean literature. She has played a key role in fostering literary and artistic communities across the Americas.


In 2016, she founded La Impresora, a small-scale publishing studio dedicated to independent and experimental publishing, which has since become a vital space for emerging and established writers.


Her notable works include Apenas un cántaro: Poemas 2007-2017 (Ediciones Aguadulce, 2017) and Periodo especial (Aguadulce/La Impresora, 2019), a collection that examines the socioeconomic parallels between Cuba and Puerto Rico amid the island’s financial crisis.


Her poetry, deeply rooted in themes of resistance, identity, and Caribbean history, has been published in anthologies and literary journals across Latin America and the U.S.


Beyond her literary work, Delgado is recognized as a cultural organizer, bridging the worlds of poetry, activism, and visual arts. 


She has participated in international poetry festivals, artist residencies, and translation projects, amplifying the voices of Puerto Rican and Latin American writers.


Her influence extends beyond her own writing, as she continues to mentor young poets, advocate for independent publishing, and promote cross/cultural dialogues through literature.




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References


Academy of American Poets. (n.d.). Nicole Cecilia Delgado. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://poets.org/poet/nicole-cecilia-delgado


Ugly Duckling Presse. (n.d.). Nicole Cecilia Delgado. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://uglyducklingpresse.org/contributors/nicole-cecilia-delgado/


National Association of Latino Arts and Cultures. (n.d.). Nicole Cecilia Delgado/La Impresora. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://www.nalac.org/members/nicole-cecilia-delgado-la-impresora/


Delgado, N. C. (n.d.). About. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://www.nicolececiliadelgado.net/bio


Ugly Duckling Presse. (n.d.). Adjacent islands. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://uglyducklingpresse.org/publications/adjacent-islands/


Bocas Lit Fest. (n.d.). Nicole Cecilia Delgado. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://www.bocaslitfest.com/participant/nicole-cecilia-delgado/


Guernica Magazine. (n.d.). Nicole Cecilia Delgado. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://www.guernicamag.com/author/nicole-cecilia-delgado/


Artica Svalbard. (n.d.). Nicole Cecilia Delgado and Amanda Hernández. Retrieved March 28, 2025, from https://www.articasvalbard.no/future-residents/la-impresora



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