''Incident''

By Countee Cullen

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 stuck out His tongue and called me Nigger.

I saw the whole of Baltimore from May until

December. Of all things that happened there

That's all that I remember.