PHOTO SOPHIE ELLIOTT
How do I even begin?
When I finished watching Roots, a remake of the original 1970s miniseries which follows an African-American family through enslavement over four generations, I logged onto Twitter. Immediately tweets about Orlando began to circulate. As the time passed, I couldn’t handle it any more and left the house. I needed air, I needed distraction, I needed a hug, I needed to cry, to scream – to exorcise this pain somehow. I’m a lonely Boricua (indigenous Taino word for inhabitants of Boriken, Puerto Rico) in a land where there aren’t any other Boricuas around.