I thought being Mexican-American was about losing the Mexican to become the American. Selena didn’t.
The teachers at my high school made miracles out of the little money we had. Under the oversight of Betsy DeVos, I worry they’re about to lose even that.
All my life, I worried that wearing flamboyant clothes would mean putting a target on my back. But in the wake of the shooting at Pulse, I realized that I’ve been sacrificing a huge part of myself for a safety that was never guaranteed in the first place.
Maybe this person wasn’t the one-dimensional villain I’d made him out to be.