This poem is for Jordan Davis
my friend I had forgotten until I saw his cards,
my friend Jordan who has led a Million Poem march,
or so Amazon charts.
I can’t explain the feeling that I have
of being so sad
he never wanted you as his dad.
What could have ever made someone so smart and true so mad?
I hope someday he asks you why
and lets you in his pad.
That is what I wish
for the friend I once had.