Strivers’ Row – A Poem

Strivers Row

From the heart of the city, I hear a cry

Whispers from African ancestors, urging me to fly.

But my mind is bound, stories I hope aren’t true

About Black contemporaries singing the Blues.


These fabricated stories reach the depths of my soul

Fault The Man for my problems, stop pursuing my goal.

Standing behind my blocks, competitors to my left, right

That goal I stopped pursuing never leaves my sight.


Strivers Row 2

I am that brother from Strivers’ Row

Trying to get there, bask in the glow.


Doing well in school led to lasting success

Graduated from high school, college, to gain access.

Job that pays a livable wage

Neighborhood straight from a different page.


Is this life consistent with my goal

Replacing black with white to exact a toll?

It’s tough not seeing a majority of us

Presence always under scrutiny, causing a fuss.


Strivers row 3

I am that brother from Strivers’ Row

Trying to get there, bask in the glow.


The woman I love, God’s gift to me

The children we rear, blessed with liberty.

But lost in this transaction is the solidarity

That afforded the Strivers a sense of community.


With you over there, I over here

What will it take for us to sidestep the smear?

Black people are good, Black people are great

Shake free of stereotypes, become first rate.


Strivers Row 4

I am that brother from Strivers’ Row

Trying to get there, bask in the glow.

Copyright 2015.  Jeffery A. Faulkerson.  All rights reserved.

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