June 2, 1931
a beautiful little boy was born
He wrote poetry. He infiltrated white places to integrate them. He sang Christmas carols door to door in June. He loved motorcycles.
Written by him:
Changing always changing
who knows tomorrow who I’ll be
I have a hundred different faces
and not one of them is me.
I love you more etc. dad. I suppose since i am the first one to say it on the internet I win.