The freedom we have comes from years ago <br />We cam to America on a ship <br />The chains that held us gave many a woe <br />Because we were black, the masters did grip <br />The back of the bus was our only entrance <br />To life for the better which never was <br />I thank God he gave us another chance <br />They wanted us to obey their bylaws <br />The ones who went their own way did suffer <br />They hang us and beat us all just because <br />Their cruel actions just made us all tougher <br /> <br />After all those years of torment and pain <br />It is our choice to make life bad again<br /><br />Ashley Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-ancestors-sonnet/
