Red Bay, was the name of the hospital I was born at,
my father's sister said that my dad was standing upward with broad shoulders aware of everything important in front of him.
His wife and child of course.
We were his soul, his hope, his world, having his masculine arms stretching behind mom.
While her smooth comforting arms tucked me in enough to shelter me from danger, both of them smiling ear to ear.
A woman standing beside grandmother had her blonde hair in a bun wearing a white uniform with no wrinkles yet to be visible,
nodding her head.
He'll grow up to be a fine young
gentleman.
That was what she labeled me a "gentleman"
Gentleman:
A chivalrous, courteous, or honorable man
Alabama state in the south that was segregated while I was being called a gentleman...
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we all bleed red
Poetry"I was born on June 22nd, 1947 on the wet warm soil of Anniston, Alabama. Where the climate was equivalent to a steaming pot on a stove." ... "Alabama a South state that was segregated while I was being called a gentleman..." ... "You have to break...
