Unequal Roots: Systemic Racism In America

Hello, Shalom to all. I'd like to welcome you to the page of a revolutionary rebel, with the heart of a Lion, and the mind of an activist. But yet very humble and loving. It is easy to hate a world or even a country that has manipulated the very people it forced to build it. And then leave their names out of the history books, and take credit for themselves. Slavery was the beginning of a war on the minds and souls of our people. Taking us away from our true identity, our heritage, our culture, even our language, and giving us their own idea of who we were and are. My book: Unequal Roots: Systemic Racism In America, if you so choose to read it, you will have a decision to make, and that decision may come at a cost. That cost is, a breaking of the illusion that we ( Black people) around the world, were never meant to be at the head of a table we were never invited to. Not in the eyes of man at least. But we will be, at the head, as it was meant from our Righteous Father YAH. He will make it so. And that's what the enemy is afraid of. That's why they designed these systems to keep us away from the power they know we have, but are doing everything they can to suppress, and destroy what they are Afraid of. My book, exposes those systems. I hold nothing back, and I have no fear. Unequal Roots will awaken you. What you do afterwards, will be a testament against you...

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There's a debt that can never be repaid. Slavery was a economic mishap, you can't repay generations of slain, and genocide. But acknowledging the wrong doing in the first place, is the step forward. Before the nation heals, we must face the painful truths of racism. Getting it right will take time, but those that were punished for just existing, are waking up to the facts. And we will no longer stand for ignorance. If this is truly one nation under God (Yah), then let's behave like it.

The sins of this country, of the world, is the reason we will continue fighting for the most simplest thing. LOVE

Welcome to America

Welcome to America.
The land that claims freedom,
but was built on chains.
The land that sings liberty,
but muffles the cries of the enslaved.
The land that waves its red, white, and blue
while hiding the red spilled in fields,
the white that cloaked the oppressor,
the blue that bruised the backs of the bound.

America, your myth is polished.
But your truth is scarred.
Every skyscraper stands on stolen ground,
every dollar is an echo of unpaid wages,
every anthem rings hollow
without the sound of Black voices
that carried you through centuries.

You were not born free—
you were forced free
on the broken bones of Black labor.
Cotton was your currency,
sugar was your sweet tooth,
to***co was your breath—
all planted, picked, and packaged
by hands that never owned what they grew.

And yet, in that pain,
we birthed culture.
Where there was no freedom,
we made music.
Where there was no justice,
we carved out joy.
Where there was no dignity,
we stitched our own crowns
out of rhythm, out of rhyme, out of resistance.

The blues was not just music—
it was a language of survival.
Jazz was not just sound—
it was freedom breaking free of the cage.
Hip-hop was not just beats—
it was poetry rising from pavement,
a megaphone for the voiceless.
Every American soundtrack
is scored by Black genius.

But America—
you love the culture
and forget the creators.
You take the rhythm
but erase the roots.
You wear the style
but deny the story.
You sip from the well of Black brilliance
while pretending you dug the spring yourself.

Truth is—
there is no America without Black people.
There is no American dream
without Black nightmares.
There is no land of the free
without the stolen hands that built it.

So say it plain:
Welcome to America—
the place built by slaves,
kept by slaves,
flourished because of slaves.
The place where Black sweat is mortar,
Black tears are cement,
Black blood is foundation.

And still—
still we rise.
Still we create.
Still we dance in the face of sorrow.
Still we laugh when the world tries to silence us.
Still we shine,
so bright that even America herself
cannot deny the glow.

Welcome to America—
a nation that owes its very soul
to the people it tried to erase.
And yet we are still here.
Breathing.
Building.
Beating like a drum that never dies.

Welcome to America—
but remember who welcomed you first.