Incident

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.

by Countee Cullen

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HELP! My slaves ran away and I can't find them!
What a shock... It's a shame they let something so trivial wreck their vacation...
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in the poem incident how does the meter fit its subject matter?
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