Once Riding In Old Baltimore
Heart-Filled, Head-Filled With Glee,
I Saw a Baltimorean
Keep Looking Straight at Me.
Now I Was 17 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 Baltimore
From May Until December
Of All The Things That Happened There
That's All That I remember .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem