Heaven Couldn’t Wait for You
- Stella Bell-Gam
- Sep 27
- 2 min read
Assata Shakur is welcome here.
A place free from fair judges who never play fair.
Where corrupt politicians languish lifetimes in jail, 3 anum for every single life they've failed.
Assata Shakur is welcome here
Safe
Where, stick beatings crack corrupted spines back into line. Imperial bodies conceive real pain when their corporations pockets bleed. Tax money from conglomerates to take care of those in need. Assata Shakur is welcome here.
Safe
Where fresh flowers send scents of nature's beauty.
Access to flowers power is at no cost to sovereignty. Healing humanity is the number one priority. People over profit the leading mentality. Assata Shakur welcome here
Safe
Where diaspora dance rhythms brought from Mother's land. As generations pass through as times sands. Women are seen every where with man. They cry seas of eye water. Tap into ancestral prayer. Ask tidal waves to put evil to bed. Locks and bolts upon the bringers of dread. Assata Shakur welcome here.
Safe
Where we are loud to be seen and bright to be heard.
Where we politisise with spoken word
And to the racist pigs we flip the bird. Assata Shakur is welcome here.
OK ok ok Assata! You want your freedom so bad. Take it!
The escape.
1979.
Being a black person is a crime
Political activism means prison time
Cointrlpro set up to destroy black Empowerment. Through a practice of espionage and infiltration of anti establishment movements.
Through, set ups and bribes, murder and lies.
Put Assata 6 years inside
2 years of which solitary confined .
Placed a female in a male penitentiary.
I mean no human decency.
Just decent into immorality, depravity.
Every English word given to romanticising atrocities.
Thankfully
The Black Liberation Army
Planned for Shakurs Shack redemption.
A bloodless liberation.
Out of hell into paradise
Born May 16th 1947
Cacooned 1973
Reborn November 2nd 1979
Ascended 25th September 2025
Poem by Stella Bee
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