Incident (For Eric Walrond) Countee cullen Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filling, head-filling 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, '------." I saw the whole of Baltimore From may until December; Of all the things that happened there That's all thart I remember. This poem is about a black boy who was eight year old and who went to baltimore, he saw people looking at him strange.I say they was racist because they call him a ------ when he was smiling at the white boy.