Social Justice Poetry
Home | Back to Speeches | EdChange | Multicultural Pavilion | Email Us
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 Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That's all that I remember.

EdChange Consulting and Workshops on Multicultural Education, Diversity, Equity, Social Justice

Multicultural Pavilion Site for Equity, Diversity, & Social Justice


Home | Speeches | Declarations | Acts | Literature | Letters | Songs | Essays | Poetry | Email Us

SoJust is an EdChange project
© Paul C. Gorski, 2006-2018