My Ancestors' Sonnet Poem by Ashley Jackson

The freedom we have comes from years ago
We cam to America on a ship
The chains that held us gave many a woe
Because we were black, the masters did grip
The back of the bus was our only entrance
To life for the better which never was
I thank God he gave us another chance
They wanted us to obey their bylaws
The ones who went their own way did suffer
They hang us and beat us all just because
Their cruel actions just made us all tougher

After all those years of torment and pain
It is our choice to make life bad again