How Can I Be OK?: Living Under the Shadow of Fear
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"You asked if I was okay," I say, my voice quivering as I look at the reflection in the damaged mirror on the wall. The face peering back at me is tired, burdened by the weight of a life spent in constant fear, but steadfast, willing to live another day in a world that appears to work against me at every turn. The question stays in my mind, echoing through the empty hallways of my thoughts. How can I be okay when every step outside my house feels like a risk to my life? The streets of Santo Domingo, once brimming with life and opportunity, have become a war for survival. Every corner I turn, every alley I pass, I am haunted by the constant worry of being stopped, questioned, and harassed by the same people I am supposed to protect. The uniformed officers, long a symbol of security, have evolved into predators, circling like vultures, ready to pounce on the slightest sign of weakness. Their hard, unfeeling eyes search for hints of weakness as if they can smell my fear. The...