INCIDENT ~BY COUNTEE CULLEN
INCIDENT Once riding in old Baltimore,Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;I saw a BaltimoreanKeep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small,And he was no whit bigger,And so I smiled, but he poked outHis tongue, and called me, “Nigger.” I saw the whole of BaltimoreFrom May until December;Of all the things that happened thereThat’s…