In Pride, the poems that Zuri Benitez writes symbolize her immediate, intuitive emotional reactions. As such, they contrast with her college essay, which ultimately comes to symbolize her less immediate, more considered, more analytical conclusion about her life and situation. Early in the novel, Zuri calls her immediate experience of her beloved neighborhood Bushwick “all poetry” and explains that she “pull[s] those words together [to] try to make sense of it all.” Thus, from the first, the poems that she writes represent her reactions to the world around her, in particular her attempts to process her personal experiences.
Yet over the course of the novel, it becomes clear that while some of Zuri’s poems express correct conclusions about life, others express snap judgments that turn out to have been misguided. For example, early in her relationship with neighborhood teenager Warren, Zuri writes a poem titled “Boys in the Hood” that expresses her perception of Warren as attractive, known, and safe because he comes from the same cultural background and place as she does. Yet later, Zuri discovers that Warren is a villain who widely shares “sexy” photos of the girls with whom he has romantic relationships, humiliating those girls and ruining their social lives. Her assumption that she and Warren shared positive values turns out to have been totally false.
This is not to say that Zuri’s poems expressing incorrect judgments are “wasted,” however. Toward the novel’s end, when Zuri finally succeeds in writing her college essay, she reflects that the process of composing “broken words” in her poetry eventually allowed her to see the coherent whole that she expressed in her essay. Thus, Zuri’s poems represent the raw stuff of her experience—her immediate, intuitive emotional reactions—that she gathers together and analyzes to make sense of life, while her college essay symbolizes that she’s come to a complete, thought-out understanding of the things she previously processed through her poetry.
Zuri’s Poems and College Essay Quotes in Pride
Chapters 1–5 Quotes
I pull back the curtains to greet my little corner of Bushwick and Jefferson Avenues, my very own way of stretching out my arms and yawning at the morning sun. This is where I see words swim in and around my neighborhood like dust from overhead train tracks. It’s all poetry. So I pull those words together and try to make sense of it all: my hood, my Brooklyn, my life, my world, and me in it.
“You think this will make a good topic for my essay to get into Howard?” I ask. “How to save the hood?”
“It depends on how you frame it. What’s your angle, your thesis statement? What are you trying to say?”
I pause for a moment, thinking about my hood and how even though families grew up and changed, things essentially stayed the same, until now.
Sometimes love is not enough to keep a community together. There needs to be something more tangible, like fair housing, opportunities, and access to resources.
Chapters 6–10 Quotes
“Is this . . . your thing? Art festivals in parks? Like, how come you don’t go to the park to play ball or something?”
He smirks. “You don’t leave that little corner of your neighborhood too often, do you?”
I lean back to get a good look at him. He stares at me, but he blinks first. “Just so you know, in this hood, you’re just like everybody else. The cops and all these white people will take one good look at you and think you’re from Hope Gardens Projects no matter how many tight khaki shorts or grandpa shoes you wear.”
“You want me to be a rapper while you’re a baller so we could be a dynamic duo stereotype?”
Chapters 11–15 Quotes
There’s no one here who knows me. There’s no one from the hood who’ll spread a rumor about me getting on the mic to spit some corny rhyme about love or the hood or my sisters. The last time I shared my poems in public was for the after-school performance in June, and even that was only for the kids who had taken that poetry class.
Chapters 21–25 Quotes
You’ve got this whole white audience
Watching this fight like some sport
So to whom do I pledge allegiance
To my heart or to this war?
Chapters 26–30 Quotes
I don’t write a poem after all, but poetry helped me get my feelings out. My broken words helped me make sense of everything, so that when I pieced them back together in an essay, my truth was clearer.



