mrsmajor

They took us all away without consent.
My child, my son they tore away from me.
Without a mumbling word, we simply went.
My home, in Senegal, I would not see.

My life they took, I was a document.
The hold was dank, and dark, with little food.
So close we were the air a putrid scent.
I missed my country, people, and my brood.

I won't forget that time of servitude.
But, freedom came, the time for us to go.
Who stayed in Gullah land? A multitude.
We have some land, Gullah/Geechee, hallo!

If you want to see, there's much to show
Our Culture is alive, the land's aglow.

Moonchild

This is wonderful but it's a Shakespearian Sonnet
cause the alternating rhyme scheme.
Well formed, good strong content and great
closing couplets. I really enjoyed this, good job!