Countee Cullen (30 May 1903 – 9 January 1946 / New York)
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.
Poet Other Poems
- A Brown Girl Dead
- For A Lady I Know
- For A Poet
- From the Dark Tower
- Fruit of the Flower
- Harlem Wine
- I Have A Rendezvous With Life
- In Memory Of Col. Charles Young
- Karenge Ya Marenge
- Lines To My Father
- Saturday's Child
- She Of The Dancing Feet Sings
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.