The life of a student at UCB

The question was asked: what do you have to do to get out of here [UCB]
The answer was simple
though it took me a long time to articulate it...
"Realize that there is no safe space for me"
My home is not safe wither its is the back gate that doesn't lock or the inability for me to articulate or express my blackness (whatever that means)
My classroom is not safe there are too many secrets that no one will recognize as life or death
My campus is not safe whether it is my 98 black classmates in a class of over 8,000
My community isn't safe because I am bi-racial and "radical" (again whatever that means)
they don't want to engage in real conversations mostly because we are forced together because of the other 30,000 students who think we shouldn't be here.
So I became a "realist" (sorry again whatever that means) and I realized that I am never safe
I have to negotiate but try not to give away too much of myself.

Then I come home alone or come home to my love and try to just be...