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Poem 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 poked out His tongue, and called me, ”Nigger.” I saw the whole of Balimore From May until December; Of all the things that happened there That’s all that I remember.
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