Color (Cullen)/Incident

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Incident

(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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