Countee Cullen, "Incident" (1925)
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 Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.
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