A Poem for George . . . By Dearest PriceThe Revolution Is Being Televised, ever since our killings been filmed in the street, The Revolution Is Being Televised, when we no longer take yo heat, The Revolution Is Being Televised, burning cars, face masked up, The Revolution Is Being Televised, because these young people see you didn't give a fuck,The...

I drive down Beatties Ford daily. It is a street that is bustling even at 7 am in the morning. The bright yellow school buses have traffic congested. The NOI, can be seen, bow tied and suited up passing along, “The Final Call”. Bus corners are filled with Brown and Black people headed to work. The destressed, don’t seem so de-st...

I have a sister friend who always carries a smile. We just meet last year but we both joked about me not remembering her name which I now know is Verdina Worsley. Her greeting to me for the first six months was, “Ms. Price, what’s my name?” I would respond, “Wexford, Winters, Williams.” And she would give me a look, that st...