Incident by Countée Cullen

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Incident

Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Balimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

Countée Cullen

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Learn from your mistakes -Curly M. (2/19/2008 10:14:00 AM)
that poem was great! !
but baltimore is rude

lol, still a great poem

Nick Smithe (1/24/2005 2:18:00 PM)
Good Show!

Nick Z~

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