Where’s the voice of the black woman, black wife, black mother? Who speaks for those who are raising little black girls in a society that does not validate their true beauty but rather tells them to look different from themselves? Where’s the voice that helps a new wife gain sanity and maintain her marriage while dealing with external pressures of previous relationships? Where’s the voice who speaks to the heart of the rejected woman and helps her see that her life and beauty are so much more than she can see through all her tears? Where’s the voice that says the hair that grows “straight outta your scalp” is strong, beautiful and unique? Where’s the voice that speaks the truth that as we build each other, we build ourselves? Where’s the voice that says, we should find a life before becoming a wife?
Where’s the voice who pens books for little black boys that paint a positive image of themselves, their fathers, their brothers, their uncles and grandfathers? Where’s the voice who pens books about black families who love and respect each other? Where’s the voice who speaks to the masses about educating our children about their heritage that goes far beyond slavery and oppression? Where’s the voice who encourages families to turn off the electronics and pick up books instead? Where’s the voice who teaches our children how to create and build wealth instead of being consumers only?
The voice is emerging.