Incident
(For Eric Walrond)
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 all that I remember.
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 all that I remember.
ONCE riding in old Baltimore,Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,I saw a BaltimoreanKeep looking straight at me.
ONCE riding in old Baltimore,
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 outHis tongue, and called me, “Nigger.”
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 BaltimoreFrom May until December;Of all the things that happened thereThat’s all that I remember.
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That’s all that I remember.