I’m always having to explain myself. I’m Colombian. Colombian as in coffee, vallenatos, and magical realism. I’m black. Black as in oppression, drum-heavy beats, and tight curls. I’m queer. Queer as in rebellion and unintentionally radical love. And I’m southern. Southern as in barbecues, sweet tea, and big, open skies.…
Roots Divided: A Queer Afro-Latina and Colombian Immigrant Living the Texas Experience
Posted on June 12, 2017
