It is difficult to celebrate a heritage that is constantly rejecting you. You never felt Dominican enough. You always felt a need to overcompensate for some of your “undominican” behavior. You took classes to learn how to dance bachata and salsa. Still, your latinadad was constantly in question. You don’t look Dominican. You don’t sound Dominican. Those words were often spoken to you.
Every Dominican knows there is nothing better than dancing. And what is dancing without music? The Dominican Republic, mi tierra. My birthplace. The land that birthed merengue and other beautiful things like Bachata, mangu, sancocho, and of course - my favorite - my entire family.
This is the unfortunate love story between Depression and Twitter.
Here’s the most iconic duo of all: YOUR FACE AND A MASK!
Sunny showers, and May flowers