B**** Betta Have My W**** Bread by Eddy Dyer published on 2015-04-24T23:54:24Z B**** betta have my W**** Bread they shot another black man dead; and like a pay phone swaying in disrepair, his body laid for hours there and all the bro's on TV said was, B**** betta have my W**** Bread B**** betta have my W**** Bread on nights of rage the sky was red outside the prayers and siren songs, masked silhouettes threw back smoke bombs and all the deaf deflectors said was B**** betta have my W**** Bread B**** betta have my W**** Bread the soul of a man’s, man’s world is dread where a fetid claw becomes the rule of law and it don’t mean shit what you think you saw or who you conquer for street cred, B**** betta have my W**** Bread I know it’s jarring, in 2015 to hear a man repeat the word “b****”, but here’s what I mean; I don’t mean to sound obvious or come across as snarky; white privilege is an offshoot of, you guessed it, patriarchy. You guessed it, patriarchy; that word is so unsexy. B**** betta have my W**** Bread we stomp where angels fear to tread when the only voice we hear’s our own cuz screams of pain are a constant drone the only words left to be read are B**** betta have my W**** Bread . B**** betta have my W**** Bread we die inside where fear is bred so shut the fuck up just this once and listen to those on the battered fronts and those who for their truths have bled. B**** betta have my W**** Bread Genre Eddy Dyer