I was so sad….Then the ancestors spoke to me, they sent me the Woes I know and love and helped me love myself deeper than ever before! 

Meaning the more love I have for myself the more I have to give🙏🏿

My class in the afternoon was usually exhausting. Clay, paint, papier-mรขchรฉ over everything and everyone, especially me. The first day of that class I wanted to do nothing but go somewhere and have a good cry. On the first day of the arts and crafts class i had nothing really prepared, so I asked everyone to draw themselves. When I looked at the drawings I felt faint. All of the students were Black, yet the drawings depicted a lot of blonde-haired, blue-eyed little white children. I was horrified. I went home and ransacked every magazine i could find with pictures of Black people. I came in early the next day and plastered the walls with pictures of Black people. We talked about what was beautiful. We talked about all the different kinds of beauty in the world and about all the different kinds of flowers in the world. And then we talked about the different kinds of beauty that people have and about the beauty of Black people. We talked about our lips and noses. We made African masks out of clay and papier-mรขchรฉ, made African sculptures, painted pictures of Black people, of Black neighborhoods. Over the summer I felt the classroom changing. The kids were changing and so was I. We were feeling good about ourselves and feeling good about being with each other.
—  Assata Shakur, Assata: An Autobiography