Michael Walker

Gold Star - 18,344 Points (cv48488)

Incident. - Poem by Michael Walker

Une fois en me promenant a cheval en Baltimore,
Le coeur plein, le coeur plein de joie,
J'ai vu un homme de Baltimore
Qui me regardait fixement.

Bien, j'avais huit ans et j'etais tres petit,
Et lui, il n'etait point plus grand,
Et donc j'ai souri, mais il s'est fourre
La langue, et m'a appele, ' Negre'.

J'ai vu Baltimore entier
Du mois de mai jusqu'a decembre;
De toutes les choses qui m'y arriverent
Voila tout ce que je me rappelle.

This is a translation of the poem Incident by Countee Cullen

Topic(s) of this poem: racism

Form: Found Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Name-calling is not pleasant at all.To be on the receiving end of boorishness is very hurtful. It spoiled his time in Baltimore.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 14, 2015


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