Finding Me

twenty one...I have to say that I'm not yet at my peak,
I found a love, and yet I couldn't come close to it,
it makes mad that my heart has to be on hold...

feeling the need to move on, but I can't
finding the strength within in order for me to be strong,
I know that I'm better than my situations in my life, but I have to say that, I'm still finding me

finding me in the essence of growing up, I'm finding me...
even if my best isn't good enough
finding me in the state of me understanding that I'm a blessing within
I'm finding me

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Your Side of the Bed (Revised)

chills from the cold atmosphere creates goosebumps up my arms
even under the warm blanket and sheets, I'm not warm enough

only because you're not on your side of the bed

tossing and turning as if I'm in the middle of a bad dream, this is my nightmare
used to your arms covering my body and comforting my mood, I'm restless thinking about you

the bed doesn't feel the same without you
there is a silence circling the room like the ceiling fan above

dark. cold. lonely.

you're supposed to be next to me
touching me
holding me
loving me
protecting me
please come back home to me

our pillows
our sheets
our bed is empty without you

turned over, the emotions within burn my pillow like fire
body wired like the slightest touch of an electric shock, I don't know what else to do
too much pride keeps me from calling you
too much pride keeps me from saying how I feel about you, to you

I'll just continue to lay there as I notice that you're not on your side of the bed

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

The Sweetest Kiss

the bliss between us allows for our lips to touch
beautiful like a summer sunset, I believe in our love
the shyness that you show is just adorable
as our thoughts run in towards each other's gentle liking for one another
the taste of honey and sweet nector from the peach hanging from the tree
I'm speechless on how your kiss is the most passionate and meaningful
the sweetest kiss that I've each received is the first kiss that I have gotten from you

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

After the Hurricane

the sound of the storm coming, I can hear the winds blowing harder as I walk
clouds become dark grey as the rain pours, I become drinched in the sorrows of the current

walking slowly, I can hear your voice all over my body
tears begin to blend in with the rain water because I know the truth has been revealed
you don't love me anymore and I can't do anything about that

holding my heart in my hand, the blood runs down my fingertips like paint
the colors change from red to purple, purple to brown, brown to black
open wounds like my eyes being unblinded by those painful words, I continue walking
tell me that it's not true
tell me that this man isn't you

the wind blows even harder as the storm grows with force
twisting begins in my stomach as it rises to my throat
screaming in anger, I feel rage running through my veins as the emotions come out more in my tears
never thought we would be here, again, but we are

my footsteps are marked as I continue to walk, while the rain gets heavier
the more it rains, the more I cry
just disgusted and distraught, please leave me to myself

shadows of the trees blowing allows me to know that the hurricane is coming nearer
my hair blows tremendously rough as the walk becomes harder to continue
approaching behind me, I can no longer walk away from my pain within the storm

swept away and whirling in the winds, I see the times that we were happy
I saw the times when our love mattered the most
I'm slapped in the face time after time when I betrayed you
cuts from your deceit has left scars on my chest
bruises on my legs, arms, back, and wrists; carrying those marks for people to see
filled with pain, I'm left traveling with the winds, defending myself from the harshness of it

left with the pain, the hurricane has ended.
flooded with many emotions and drowned in sorrow, I find the need to move on
as I pick up myself, while thinking of the journey to the hurricane, I'm wanting a new beginning

now, I'm searching for healing
...searching for me, again

After the Hurricane

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Daddy's Love (Calling Me SweetPea)

pick up the phone, i'm calling you....


it's a daddy thing
something like a sexual attraction between he and I
taking care of my personal emotions and vulnerability
he has his ways in controlling the situation
whether it's my mood swings or spoiled, child like ways
daddy has it on lock, like he always does....


it's a daddy's love...

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Broken Wings Fly

he began flying, yet he couldn't.
he wanted so badly to move away, fly away
millions of miles to an unknown area
a place where he's not familiar
knowing of all the drama
he endured hell, daily
but that's not his crutch
he knows his problems
yet he does mend
he knows his life
yet he chooses to run away
but, he can't run...it's not his nature

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Cigarette and a Glass of Wine

listening to Mary J
outside, the thundering from the storm claps scream my mood at the moment
smoke from the lit addiction, I become overwhelmed with emotions
I sit in the dark, crying
from my eyes, black tears fall as the moisten mascara cries with me
lips pressed against the glass
the red liquid graces my throat of anger
knot bigger than my migraine, I continue to smoke
feeling the essence of a woman scorned,
I hold unto the glass closely to my chest
taking deep breaths, I cry more as I think...
I think...
I think...
I think about us
dressed seductively in my black lace lingerie
hair pinned up with big curls flowing
shower prepared skin caressed with scented lotion and perfume
high heels stacked four inches for the ground
legs crossed over with my finger tips touching the edge of the phone....

I've noticed....it's obvious....you are well and missing

you haven't answered, yet
after seven calls
after ten text messages
after two voice messages
you're three hours late....with no explanation
wasting my time and my energy

no ceiling

I ask, "why do I even bother?"
I know the answer. I'm in love.

the cigarette is out
the smoke is clear
the bottle is empty
the phone battery is dead
my heart is burning
as I sit....waiting

finally, as the key enters the lock
footsteps hits the marble floor
the smell of "Vera Wang for Women" lingers in the air
I turn around with a cheating feeling in my womb

I just turn back around after noticing the lipstick on your back collar
just wanting another cigarette and a glass of wine

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Waiting for Last Night

waiting on last night was like waiting on...love
wondering if what happened the day before
could happen today, just in today's upbrings
capturing my smile again would set my spirits high
kissing your lips again would set a glow in my skin
thinking about you, wanting to hear your voice
can't really too much think about it...can't help it
man...what is he doing
is he thinking about me?
probably not...why should i be thinking about him?
trying to think about other things
but, only he comes to mind
waiting on last night is like waiting on love
a love that was so true, real, and passionate

last night.

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Shattered Glass

standing in front of the mirror, a breeze goes over my face slowly
believing that I'm more than what I see, I pick up the courage to punch the glass figure
blood running down my hand, I feel the release of my anger.....

picking up weight over the last four years, I have allowed my weight to be my excuse...
excuse to branch out...
excuse to hold back in my life...
afraid of being seen an equal in the society of "perfect" bodies and impectable looks
I just have been paying attention to the lies of the steretypes....

who said that I had to be a size two?
who said that my hair had to be down my back?
who said that I had to be like anyone other than myself....

finding beauty within my own skin, I enjoy being just Shundra
full of bullshit, positive energy, anger, and joy all in once, I admit that I'm truly a gemini....
...but, I know that it's a reason why I am who I am
a magazine can't tell me that I'm beautiful
a diet pill isn't the potion that I need
I'm blessed the way that I am

sure, I need improving, but who doesn't
....I sure could lose a few pounds
...braces my help
....if I would drink more water my skin would be perfect
but...those are things I know

I might be a little conceited and a slight vain, but is it a crime to see myself as being sexy?
I stroke my own ego, because I'm a walking sex symbol in my eyes
light skinned and a size 18, I know that God still uniquely made me
I'm..I'm...well.... I'm beautiful

hearing the mirror spill the tales of a girl growing up on the opposite side of railroad track,
I understand that it lies
but, I don't need the mirror to tell me the things that I already know
imperfect as I am, in a sense I'm perfect because I am a human that knows me
keeping myself close to my own heart....please believe....I am a blessing...

as the blood continues to drip
the pain of the wound is coming to terms with my mind
not having to worry about that lying vessel of the negative world...
...I now see the mirror as my best friend
not to tell lies
not to boost my head
but...to tell me what God says to me everyday..."girl, you're beautiful!"

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Unlocked Heart......(My Diary)

..unlocked...like my hidden confessions spoken in front of a mirror,
I feel betrayed...

broken open like the force on my body
you read my most intimate thoughts, feelings, and emotions

tears running down my eyes like the love below
I feel as if you're always watching me
no longer covered, I'm naked with the words of my inner expressions exposed on my body
the idea of kissing you written across my face
the idea of you holding me wrapped around my lower torso and back
the idea of your love creating X's and O's up and down my legs, pulling my breasts.....you betrayed me....

you weren't supposed to be reading that
holding it, I imagined that it feel good, but later stung like a bee after creating honey
the honey love in the jar of my feelings for you that you weren't supposed to find out about

sweet music like an orchestra on a rainy day
heat like on a summer's day, I want it back
I want back those words you read
those words that spoke such deep emotion and unhid my....my heart....

like an unlocked heart, you read my diary...therefore...you read me...in my entire sense of love...

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Jealousy Demon

i'm jealous of your girlfriend.

i'm not so friendly when you:

introduce her

mention her name

talk on and on about her

or, even tell me your problems with her

she's nothing more than a female holding my man

she's nothing more than a female making love to my man

she's nothing more than a female, thirsty for the love that belongs to me

my jealousy demon isn't getting any smaller until she leaves....

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Purple Rain

....letting the music play, I find myself getting emotional, again
watching our growth with the physical eye, I notice the bleeding of the inner being coming within
soaked in the love between a man and a woman, the thought of Adam and Eve come to mind
eating from the tree of good and evil, I see us naked as our hearts are exposed
exposed in the very light that we're scared to face
confused in our own thoughts, we aren't as clever with each other as we thought

made from his rib of art
I take on his talent like an imitator seeking the same praise and admiration, but it's not the same
bearing his seed like a woman with child, I see that he'll always be in my past, present, and future

never wanting to let him go, I'm not sure where to stand
scared like being in room completely black, wondering where is my guiding light....in him
head hurting, filled with restless nights and undecided blues, I wonder if he's listening
listening to my heart
reading my thoughts
speaking my pains
and loving me internally

more than just my friend, he poses as my mentor
although he's no motivation for my craft, but for my existence as an artist
afraid to let him go, I find my grind to be a competition with my own personalities
keeping up with his expectations, I'm becoming drained and out of sync, but I know that I can take my time

having a break from him is like a drink of water from the flowing river
having a break from him is like swallowing the fire from Hell below
can't quite let it go, but I know that I have to
Heavenly talent graced with a heart of compassion, I allow me to come back into my thoughts, sane
physical sense, I'm drinched with the rain trickling from my finger tips as I reach out to him

but....

he's unable to help me
I have to be a woman and go on my journey as that
his return is near, but God's Will must be done

wanting his physical body against mine
wanting his kiss pressed again mine.....I'm reminded of the flesh's unnecessary pleasures
can't quite let it go, but I know that I have to

my purple rain is his tears of joy
my purple rain is his tears of pain
my purple rain is his cry for my help

my purple rain is him.........

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Bearing His Seed in Me

have you...
have you ever....
have you ever been in the position to believe in love, again?

brought with the proposition of, "I know what to do with a girl like you,"
I'm was interested in his task, because surely he, even then, wasn't sure
matured like the wine aged in at least a century, I find him devine in taste because his smoothness is real
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with each conversation, he planted a seed
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with every praise of me, he waters the soil
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with the critiques, he continued to watch my growth bloom
opened to hear his blessings, I found that with every to make me smile, the sunshine gave me hope

bearing his seed is like watching him grow
his talent
his love
his motivation
his very existence
just completing the tasks that God set him to do, he continues to make sure I'm on top of my game
bearing his seed is like watching me become his future
not saying that I'm his bride to be, but I see that he has groomed me in a way in which he understands
from my writings, and every dramatic way I speak, he's in me
while he's in me, I know that I will constantly bear his seed

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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved

Encouraging Words

The Most Important Factor is Encouragement:

That's Encouragement from the Word of God

{Pssssst....God isn't finished, yet!}

Lately, I have been feeling like some people have just been in need of some encouragement.

Sometimes, even the smallest evidence of bad news can send a person to stop believing

and start doubting. Remember, God is a God who will not give us

more than we can bare, nor will he allow to fall completely

out of unchanging and loving grace.

For those individuals who lack ambition or the faith to move on,

I have set aside these Bible scriptures to let you know that

God loves you and only wants to the best for you

in your situation. Enjoy.

1."Do not remember the former things nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth." -Isaiah 43:18-19

2. "Brethen, I do not count myself to have apprenhended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which

are behind and reaching toward to those things which are ahead. I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."-Philippians 2:13-14

3. "Therefore do not cast away your confidence, which has great reward."-Hebrews 10:35

4. "Therefore I say to you, whatever things you ask when you pray, believe that you receive them, and you will have them." -Mark 11:24

"N"

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT, BUT I BET YOU WON'T CALL ME A nigger.

What's wrong with using the word nigger?

Y'all say it all the time. I hear you with your homegirl

and homeboys saying, "what's up my nigger!"

Or, my favorite one, "nigger please!"

So, if y'all can say it, why can't I?

FOR YOUR INFORMATION, THE WORD IS "NIGGA."

Would you mind if I called you a HONKEY..

WHITE TRASH...

REDNECK...

CRACKER...

REPUBLICAN or my favorite RACIST?

I'm not the smartest in the world,

but I'm guessing that the answer to all of those words was a big, "NO," wasn't it?

Don't call me an evolutionist BUT you may consider my effort to as an advocate for African American rights. True, I'll stand up for the rights that are mine, and those rights that I feel can be mine. I love the heritage that I come from. I love the diversity of my ancestory, just as well as the diversity in modern day Black culture. I honor the struggles, oppression, and disrespect of the past in which I come from, but I am always in constant rememberance of what was done for me to be well on my way to an even better successful life. Because of my ancestors, I am a free citizen attending a HISTORICAL BLACK UNIVERSITY, well on my way to attend a HISTORICAL BLACK law school!  But, no applauses are needed, no do I need a standing ovation, because I'm gulity of this one thing.

As education as I am.....

As educated as we are, will we ever stir away from the word, "nigga?"

Why do we feel like we own the word NIGGA? I hear so many African Americans say, "well, they used to call us "niggers," but we turned it around and used it as a self expression of love for ourselves and one another by saying "nigga."  WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE? The term, "nigger," is nothing more than an ignorant way to call a person ignorant. I don't know about you, but I would have rather for my ancestors to have been called "ignorant," instead of "nigger" because guess what.....ALL PEOPLE ARE IGNORANT BECAUSE WE ALL LACK KNOWLEDGE IN AREAS OF LIFE. Now, I'm not saying that I am this person going around penalizing people from saying "nigga" to anyone, but let's face it, no matter how educated our generation becomes, each of us will still use terminology that is degrading and denotes our character because it's what we identify as being close to home. Everyone in the black community (especially areas in the low to middle class societies) has been called a "nigga" from a family member, friend, or a person that they're just meeting or by association. So, are we as the African American community ever going to let the term go? What do you think?

Ebony Elite

...I wouldn't dare call you a little black girl; I wouldn't even say some little black girl
you're not a monkey
you're not a jigga boo
nor are you a "big booty hoe"
no, you're too precious of an angel to be called those things
but...I will call you Ebony Elite

skin made like the olive fruit hanging firm on the olive branch in Africa
bringing forth healing and beauty with every drop
eyes twinkling like the diamonds from the coals of the ground, something like a hidden treasure
so what if those girls have skin resembling the yellow fields on the countryside
hair just as curly and wavy as can be,
don't let them call you black and ugly
don't let them call your hair nappy or kinky
.....don't make play of your rich heritage and ancestory, for you are as beautiful as can be
so what if your backside is more shapely than those magazines like Vogue or Cosmo
your hips and thighs protruding through your clothing, resembling those African Queens in Egypt
don't let them make fun of your beauty
don't let them make you a sex object
....for you are far more precious than sexual fantasy, far more important than an erection

your brain is filled with ideas that are bound to make a difference
intelligent, a step above your class
reading everything in sight; researching information, while defining words to fit your vocab
yes....you are definitely a shining star in the sky, guiding those who look up to you
don't let them tell you that you're dumb
don't let them tell you that you can't accomplish anything.....

they're just jealous that your heritage is so talented
skin tones from the lightest of the vanilla bean to the darkest of the sweet cocoa
style like no other, made notice for everyone to see
just because you're not "fitting" in their society, doesn't mean that God made a mistake
no love, you're just what he made: a strong Black woman
carrying the burdens of the mothers before you, although you're not oppressed
rising from the illiteracy of your forefathers, although you have the sense to get an education
coming back from the rape and dishonor from those beautiful black queens behind you...but....
you have made a way to call yourself a queen

it shouldn't matter what they say, your life is like a painting auctioned for millions....
...but you're priceless

I wouldn't dare call you a little black girl; I wouldn't even say some little black girl
you're not a monkey
you're not a jigga boo
nor are you a "big booty hoe"
no, you're too precious of an angel to be called those things
but...I will call you Ebony Elite

Spirituality vs. Religion

One of the most controversial topics that I have ever had to deal with is being spiritual over being religious. I thought that the two were interlocked with each other, but apparently they aren't. Spirituality has always been a symbolism or in reference into spiritual faith and belief in a higher power. For my choice, that higher power is God in the three part ministry of God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit. But, at the same time, I felt that my Christian background was religious, or at least the religion that I chose. But, I have had further revelation that religious is almost like "playing church." "Playing church" is the metaphor for including everything in a church setting, but leaving out God (Christ) and incorporating more antics like gossip, finanical dominion, and judging of each other transgressions.


The ideology of it is absolute madness, but I have seen it first hand, especially in my past. I myself was once religious. I didn't come to church to hear the Word of God or get spiritual revelation for my problems. I went to church to gossip, dip and dap in people's business, and be seen (especially if I had a new outfit on). God wasn't in my life as strong as HE was once I got saved. I would say things like, "the Lord knows my heart," "I love God very much," "yes, He is my Lord and personal Savior," and "I am a Christian," with more devilish behavior filled with sex, profanity, gossip, back-stabbing, and fake behavior amongst the people I hung out with. If a person were to "love" the Lord, he or she would model his or her life after Christ, but I didn't.


Instead of me claiming to be "religious," I would rather say that I have a "spiritual" relationship with God and I'm on my way to complete change and perfectness with Christ. I believe that if I practice God's Word, while completely living in his will, I have to right to preach the gospel, witness, and be of a testimony to other without being seen as a hipocrite in action or in heart; but, if I'm going to continue to club, encage in worldy activities, and cuss like a sailor, I think as a person with a conscience, I won't go around preaching God's Word and what's wrong and right in my sinful state.

Selling Your Soul for Fame? (Paying the Cost to be the Boss)

What is the buzz about the whole santanic/demonic worship of famous singers and rappers in the music industry? Recent clarification has been made that such artists like Beyoncé Knowles, Shawn "Jay Z" Carter, Robyn "Rihanna" Fenty, and Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta or "Lady Gaga," have been practicing demonic/satanic rituals and occults in order to stay super celebrities that they have risen to. Using symbolism in their videos, album covers, pictures, and fashion designs, the celebrities have been positively open about their "secret society" affiliations. But, how could a person believe that Satan loves them and will have their best interest in mind?

As crazy as that sounds, many of the music industry's finest are believing this concept, according to such celebs like Tiffany Evans and Omarion. From research, if a celebrity or anyone sells their soul to the devil, he will make sure that they will stay financially successful and dominant. If you were to think more closely on this, you could definitely see how famous these celebs have become. Beyoncé, Jay Z, Lady Gaga, Rihanna, Lil' Wayne (who is also linked to these allegations), and Three Six Mafia are celebrities who definitely famous, rich, and popular.

What do you think abou this?
Side Note: if any references need to be used, I encourage you to read from http://vigilantcitizen.com/

Who is Gemini Sadé Franklin?

God has allowed me to have visions centered around my future career: a writer! The passion within enables me to be able to write down anything that can inspire, motivate, and love on people. I'm on a slow, but steady road to writer stardom, although I know that perfecting a craft takes time. But, I would like to break down my name completely for you.....

1. Gemini- according to my birthday through astrology, my zodiac sign is the Gemini twins. Even though I'm a big believer in Christ's Word about my life, I have a good feeling that whoever has come up with the predictions of Geminis and their behavior is correct! The Gemini Twins usually show that most Geminis have two different personalities. With my writing, I usually incorporate two different prespectives with the same story. So, most of my poetry is going to be expressing two different meanings to the same story, especially with poetry that is abstract.

2. Sadé - Sadé  is one of my most favorite singers. Her music is so soulful, loving, and compassionate. You can feel how she is feeling through her singing, and that's what I try to accomplish with my writing. The name choice is paying homeage to her.

3. Franklin- carring the name, "Franklin," has shown to have made a tremendously empact in American history. From presidency to the Queen of Soul, the name Franklin has craved great success in every aspect in living. I plan on doing the same. Plus, the name is old (has an old and vintage feel to it) and it's cool to me.

Purple Rain (The Love of a Best Friend)

"I never meant to cause you any sorrow.
I never meant to cause you any pain.
I only wanted to one time see you laughing.
I only wanted to see you laughing in the purple rain."
                                                                         -"Purple Rain" (Prince Rogers)

Have you ever been connected to a person that seemed to solve all of your problems, besides God? I mean, you tell this person everything because you know that that person wouldn't tell a soul. Well, I had someone like that in my life, but instead of that person being one of my gossip gal pals, that person was a young man who I saw myself blossoming in life with. He was my best friend, but I ruined that because I was jealous of his girlfriend. Jealous hearted and full of drama, I wasn't welcoming to the "newness" in his life. I just wanted him to myself.

"I never wanted to be your weekend lover.
I only wanted to be some kind of friend.
Baby I could never steal you for another.
It's such a shame our friendship had to end."

Before, our goal was to get to know each other, and eventually we did. We began to understand each other and love each other as the friends that we had become. At first, we enjoyed each other's company. We would talk over the phone for hours about anything: sports, sex, food, high school classmates, fashion, politics, music, television shows, etc. We would laugh about everything. We even had a secret code to conversations that no one could understand. I didn't see him as a potential mate at the time because I just didn't want him as that. I wanted him as a friend.


We shared a common ground fulls of interests and art of music and words. He raps. I write poetry. The mix was pure genius. He would freestyle for me. I would read my poetry to him. Our match was simply Heaven sent and I loved it. But, at the time, neither one of us was in a relationship. He was looking for Miss Right, while I was still getting over a relationship from three years previous. We comforted each other by listening, sharing secrets, and paying attention to one another. Never thought we would end so soon.

"Honey, I know, I know, I know that times are changing.
It's time we all reach out for something new.
That means you too.
You say you want a leader,
But you can't seem to make up your mind.
I think you better close it,
And let me guide you to the purple rain."

We had a brief fall out before the beginning of the Fall semseter. When he apologized and admitted for missing me, I decided to reconcile because secretly, I missed him, too. We talked for weeks and got back to the swing of things, but the situation was different for me. Instead of us growing as friends, we grew as friends, but in my mind, we were growing as a couple. I was able to strip him completely naked emotionally and reveal his flaws to him. I felt that if God could love him for his rights and wrongs, I could, too. But, his feelings weren't mutual. He had been falling for this young girl that I could not compete with. But, I shouldn't have had to compete for someone that I had had as a friend. {But, she didn't see what I saw in him.} In the midst of him falling in love with her, I was falling in love with him. Everything about him matched my "I Want This Kind of Man Lord," list that I created. I mean, he is tall, dark chocolate, sexy, goal driven, hard working, and a family man. Not mention that he's a Christian and educated. He is also independent and self employed. That's what I wanted for my mate.


The smoke just couldn't stay clear between us. We argued and fought more than he and his girlfriend did. He felt that he was obligated to me, and so did I. But in reality, the only obligation that he really had was to God, his family, and his girlfriend. That pill was so hard for me to swallow with or without water. So, after hard thinking, he let me go for the sake of his relationship. I didn't put up a fight. I just listened and let it go.


Bothered, I cried to my friend guy because he knew I was hurt. He had already came up with the conclusion that I was in love with my ex best friend. As much as I would deny it, it was true. For a second, my poetry didn't mean a thing to me because I didn't have him next to me to be my critiquer. But, I later saw my poetry as a ministry and a stress relief. If anything, I will pay homeage to him in my poetry because he showed me what it was like to be loved by a man without even having sex with him, plus having someone to believe in your vision with you.

Playing, Purple Rain, I think about my friend. Lost in the guitars playing in the background while Prince sings, I'm filled with so many emotions because I know that I won't ever have a friend guy to ever rock my world like he did.

The Birth of Gemini Sadé Franklin

I believe that God has given me a vision of success with the talent of writing.

One thing that I find beautiful is the fact that God has made everyone an unique individual with his or her  own unique talent. No one person's talent is greater than the next, but how a person exercise his or her own  talent, while strengthening, perfecting, and making one's talent their own is simply up to that person. A person's talent us also even more special when he or she uses it to glorify the Lord.

Early in the hour of after twelve a.m., God asked me to worship him. Even though I was getting comfortable in my bed, I got up with obedience and heard a word from the Lord that let me know that he has something special for me. He told me to use my talent as a form of worship and respect for me, but also a way to reach out to the lost and dying world. That doesn't necessarily mean that everything I write will be about God, but I will mention God in every aspect, while giving him praise.

Writing books, stories, poetry, and blog sessions are important factors in reaching out to this generation that I live in. People would rather hear phoniness of the world, instead of the truth of the Word. What better way can I talk about Christ without jammin' down a person's throat will be to teach Christ, not preach Christ. For some reason, the world (and some Christians) dislike preaching. They feel as if the preacher doesn't have a right to tell someone what is wrong and what's right in human form.  Despite the harshness, they're right. No one wants to listen to the Word being delivered through a person who is truly living the Word of God. {Quite frankly, that is harder than ever to do since humans are born in the sinful state.} They want the word to be teached; to be handled with care and deliver gently. But, not everything in the bible can be handled that way. Some topics and certain issues have to be taken seriously and with all caution.

I plan on doing just that, handling all of the material that I write with gentleness and care, but still forceful and seriously when the times asks for it. I plan on having fun with it. I love writing and just want people to enjoy it.

I am Gemini Sade Franklin, the poet and writer: writing for Christ, writing for Life.