Once riding in 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 "Nigg*r."
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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By Countee Cullen
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Poetry 101
PoetryThis is a collection of poems for fellow poetry lovers. (I didn't write any of these)
