A Poem for Jamarr Pinkney Jr – by Eric P. Martin

I walked naked

into an open field

With my father following behind me

I prayed that this was some type of bad joke

As he held a gun to my head

I then began to think he might be serious

The last time I looked

into the white of his eyes

it was has if

I was looking at a stranger

Fifteen years of love disappeared

And as I kneeled on the ground

All I could do was call for his mercy

No daddy, No!

In hopes that he might hear his son’s voice