Inside jail, I began to look for ways to improve the lives of my trans companions: I took care of the HIV patients, who did not have help.
I live without my wife because of that chaos. After I became a victim of violence, I have felt sad, lonely, forsaken, and hated.
Thanks to my educational training, I managed to save a girl whose parents exposed her to the sex trade.
On May 23, a man beat me up and yelled homophobic slurs at my wife and me. The situation quickly turned life-threatening, and all I could do was hope I would not die.
I became heartless and could do anything to anyone, including killing if that was my mission.
I made you live the last day of your life, and I will never stop condemning myself.
I did not expect my display of solidarity to end up in a bloodbath because of police brutality.