Countee Cullen

(For Eric Walrond)

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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