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Incident

Once riding in old Baltimore,

Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;

I saw a

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

His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."I saw the whole of

From May until December;

Of all the things that happened

That's all that I remember.

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Countee Cullen

Countee Cullen (born Countee LeRoy Porter; May 30, 1903 – January 9, 1946) was an American poet, novelist, children's writer, and playwright, pa…

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