Why Selena?
Selena. Not Gomez, Quintanilla. Quintanilla-Perez. The daughter of Abraham and Marcela, the Tejana with the infectious laugh and huge, genuine smile. The one I would watch singing en EspaƱol on tv as a kid, singing perfectly in Spanish but speaking with a pochita accent when interviewed. As I struggled to train my mouth to speak the words flowing from the lips of my abuelit@s, tias, tios, Mom and Dad, I looked at this beautiful, confident Xicana on stage, twirling in her body hugging outfits to music she so fluidly sang to. I connected. Maybe a little chubby faced, goofy, daydreaming wannabe singer and artist like me could grow up to reach millions someday. Could inspire little brown children to love themselves like she did for me. Cause even when I didnāt love myself fully, and when I was too brown to fit in with the white kids but too xicana to fully communicate with my Spanish speaking classmates, Selena taught me it was okay. That I could follow my Brown girl dreams and become a confident, outspoken Brown womxn whose art is seen as important. Transcending borders.
This is why Selena. Why you are still relevant and powerful and are remembered as la reina. This is why I take your life so personally, Selena. And this is why I think so many of us still remember the day you passed so vividly. Your energy todavia esta aqui, reina. Para Siempre.























