Incident
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.

Response to Poem:

This poem tells almost a sstory of an incident of an eight year old who went to Baltimore and was called a "Nigger". I think that the Baltimorean was  kind lof wrong for caling an eight year old a "Nigger" espeacially since its a kid. Also since the Baltimorean did that, the eight yeaar old's trip was ruined, since that's all that he can remember.