Just the Way You Are

By Trent Jones

This is a universal callout to the masses of all Black African Women.
This non-fiction book is simply a guide to help you choose better when you are searching for a mate and you are not the type of Black African Woman to choose any other Man than the Black African Man. It is with pleasure I open these doors to the reality of the existence of our people.
This truth will open your eyes to whom, what and why, when it comes to the differences in the Black African Men you choose.
On this journey my wish is to enlighten the Black African Woman to exactly what she is dealing with when it comes to US. I pray that I help you on this difficult journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499020793

Trent Jones

Trent Glen Edward Jones was born August 22nd 1969. He moved to Denver with his mother when he was 4 years old. His bordem of being the only child led him to write down Whatever came to his mind. Thus began his career in writing. He composed anything from rap songs to r and b ballads to short stories, so by the time he had reached 12 years old. He had gained a talent for self expression. This book is his first published work

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1:   We Are Not The Same

Chapter 2:   Beware!

Chapter 3:   Understanding

Chapter 4:   You Have Work To Do Woman Build Him Up! But… Don’t Baby A Grown Ass Man!

Chapter 5:   You Are Loved… You Are Beautiful… You Are Every Woman

Chapter 6:   Speak It Into Existence Are You A Whore, Bitch, Or Queen? Who… Are… You… ?

Chapter 7:   You Are Who You Choose To Love

Chapter 8:   Just Like Those Who Raised Me

Chapter 9:   Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Chapter 10: Are You For Real?

Chapter 11: Heal Each Other

Chapter 12: How Can I Not Love You?

This is a universal callout to the masses of all Black African Women.

This non-fiction book is simply a guide to help you choose better when you are searching for a mate and you are not the type of Black African Woman to choose any other Man than the Black African Man. It is with pleasure I open these doors to the reality of the existence of our people.

This truth will open your eyes to whom, what and why, when it comes to the differences in the Black African Men you choose.

On this journey my wish is to enlighten the Black African Woman to exactly what she is dealing with when it comes to US. I pray that I help you on this difficult journey.

FOREWORD FROM THE AUTHOR

This is a dedication to all African Women. My nature propelled me forward to speak from my heart to try and lead the African male back to his senses concerning the welfare of the precious African Woman.

My spirit has been agitated for a long while now from the ignorant way Black Africans have been acting, which is the reason why we are still looked down upon as the second and even third class race behind the Caucasian and Hispanic race.

I feel it is my duty to express myself to the people and tap into what is real such as calling our women bitches, whores, hood rats, and dirt bags when they do not deserve it.

Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of sistaz that deserve to be called those degrading names because of the way they act but not as a whole should we identify All Black African Women as these horrible titles. Just to keep it one hunned. This book is for All Black African Women on the planet Earth.

The reasons for this book are many but one of the main reasons is because I don’t want you to give up on all of us Black African Men.

There are still some good ones out in the world that love only you and are on grown Man time and want to put a ring on it, (The right one of course) Not just a condom ring.

Another reason is because it’s time that we as a community come together as a whole and change our living conditions and also educate our Men and Women, Boys and Girls about re-bonding, redeveloping and rebuilding our connection with each other by honestly showing the true value of our people when we come together as one.

Not all of us refer to you as bitches and whores and feel that you are not beautiful, intelligent, classy or as strong as other women from different nationalities are.

Not all of us feel that the Black African Woman is not as good as other women from other origins.

Not all of us feel that we can’t trust you to have our backs in this twisted world when times get tough.

Not all of us have turned our backs on you for women of another color. Me and Men like me still Love the Black African Woman to pieces!

Dear Beautiful Black Butterfly, my Nubian Queen, this is my mortal attempt at dedicating myself to you. This is my best attempt at asking for your forgiveness, not only for myself but for the many Black African Men all over the world who have pimped you, beat you, given you diseases, had sex with your friends, and or family members, been liars to you since the day they met you. And for the worst sin of all pushing you aside to choose the love of a woman from a woman who looks nothing like your mothers, aunts, nieces, or cousins that bore and raised Black African Men the world over.

For all of this, I apologize for myself, and on behalf of the Black African Men that feel as I do.

Before I start the first chapter I want to say that my deepest regret was that we as Black African Warriors laid down and allowed our Women to be raped, molested and used like trash at the hands of perverted slave masters back then, then we turn around and failed to educate our Black Nation on our history, which has left our Black African Women confused on who to choose as their mates in life. Presently, our sistaz are choosing the siblings of the same slave masters to love, and that is only because they are tired of waiting on us to get on GROWN MAN TIME! I know that I am only one man, and I can’t go back in time to change life as it is but I can expose my genuine feelings and take the lead as one who speaks from his heart and helps Black African Men and Women back to their paths of loving, and cherishing each other. We as the head of the house must now choose to stand as Men, and be real from their hearts with me, or continue to be big kids, fronting on the real love we hold in our hearts for our Black African Women. FORGIVE US, FOR WE KNEW NOT WHAT WE WERE DOING. Remember this, Black African Women all over the world from Texas to Canada to Colorado to Africa; I Love you, Just The Way You Are. One Love. Peace… .

CHAPTER 1

WE ARE NOT THE SAME

(ALL BLACK AFRICAN MALES ARE NOT THE SAME)

I sit here in prison day after day just watching and listening to the ways of people. I watch and examine the way people handle one another in this closed in environment, and from my examining these habits and especially with the Black African Male and Female, I am amazed at the astounding division between Black African men and women. Bad habits. The bad habits are… acting like we don’t LOVE OUR WOMEN. And I’m talking about the guards as well as the inmates.

Old school brothaz use the terminology of his Woman being his RIB. From the stories of the Bible it was taught that Adam was put to sleep and the Creator took one of his RIBS from the left side of his body and created Eve as a mate for ADAM.

His mate was from his own body, therefore she was a reflection of his inner self, and they were bound by the RIB.

No other form of expression could be any higher than the terminology of being labeled MY RIB. When my uncles from the sixties and seventies referred to their main or only woman as their RIB, that was a sign that she was The One. They were actually saying that he and his woman were one. It was appropriate, it was a high form of respect and it said everything good about the Black African Woman.

In my quest to find my RIB, I found out about myself as well. I found out that I love Black African Women! I DO! I DO! I DO!

Think about Gabrielle Union, Angel Conwell, Jurnee Smollett, Nia Long, Sanaa Latham, Queen Latifah, Estelle, Jill Scott, The Brat, Lisa Raye, Mya, Vivica Fox, and so on and on and on. We have beautiful women in all shapes, sizes, and color and they are all gorgeous! Let me get back on track. My bad.

My point is that all of us are not the same, and most of us are just incapable of using our power of actually seeing the truth with our own conscious eye when it comes to loving our own.

When I say conscious eye (or third eye), I am referring to seeing life through the thickness and depth that is apparent to the vision, meaning all People have the ability to see what is real, and what is not in the world around them. Everyone is