Creative Sunday

Theme: Inspire

Unsure why your work is nothing to be desired?

Motivational drought you want to be admired

You inspire to desire everything you never had

Hoping this lingering dream will be the launching pad

Working late into the night burning the midnight oil

Wound up so tight you need to be uncoiled

Instead of looking within you go with a different strategy

Tragedy? Your too wise to commit this type of fallacy

Step back from the moment and consider this position

You have everything you need to be a meticulous tactician

Armor on, ready to win this long fought battle

There is nothing in this life that you can’t handle!

Much love,

Creative Sunday

Snow Cone

Image by bunchofpants

Theme: Snow Cone

Crushed ice turned into SUMMER DELIGHT
Cold, sweet treat, savor it with little bites
Enough artificial flavoring to make you jitter
If you don’t get your share you’re sure to be bitter (babe’s line!)
Bahama mama, Cherry, and Guava
Don’t forget the tropical Pina Colada!
Shaved, Hawaiian, Snowball, are the labels
Carnival, ballpark, vending truck, sales
The industrial revolution birthed new ventures
None quite like this savory, sweet, quencher

Much love,


Creative Sunday

Theme: Father’s Day

You didn’t clam up knowing your first child would be a girl
You treated me as precious metal, your beautiful baby pearl
We were close. There were no secrets
Thrifty ice-cream got me to confess your birthday present trinkets (My mom was bummed that I told my dad what his birthday presents were before revealed. All it took was the bribe of an ice-cream cone!)
A man not afraid to work hard
You reminded me our ancestors fought long and hard
Reduced calls out of the hall forced you to reevaluate
You took a job in another state, making sure your family had food on their plate
I was too young to show my gratitude
That didn’t change your patient attitude
Calm and cool was always your approach
You never addressed me with harsh words of reproach
After babe, the second person to believe my symptoms were real
You accepted me for who I am, and I have never had to appeal
Remember when I was waking up in the house at 2pm depressed?
I would cry, telling you how I felt down and oppressed
You would talk me out of those moments of unrest
I am so proud of you that you have given your life to God
I know you will find internal peace when life pulls out the firing squad!
You are now a grandfather, and a new generation of kids adore you
I get to see you interact from a different point-of-view
Thank you for teaching me that each generations goal should be to improve
I believe that previous generations are looking down on you and approve!

*I love you dad! Sorry I can’t participate with you today. I am with you in spirit.

Much love,

Creative Sunday

Theme: Patience

A daily struggle messing with my emotional state

This condition takes a drain on my psychological state

I battle with the future, present, and past

Life turning into daytime drama, I must have been miscast

Forced to patiently await for a date that may never come

Grappling for some semblance of who I have become (Sara Gorman Shout-out) ;

Knowing that turbulent times and joy combine as one

Some call this a chronic condition,

I’m coming to accept this may be my life’s mission

Patience until the answer is revealed

Total acceptance may be accepting this mission is concealed

As I am forced to wait, I will tame the desire to debate

Continue to train like a hungry welterweight

Careful not to push beyond what my limits dictate


Much love,

Sometimes You Find Yourself Freestyling Life


My life is anything but a well executed, thought out, lyric. I consider my life raw and often times messy. Chronic illness has found a way to complicate, yet simplify my life. Every Friday I partake in Vestibular Rehabilitation Therapy (VRT). The therapy has a tendency to kill me softly. On the day of VRT, my physical therapist asks that I not partake in any visual stimulus, so I often find myself, lying in bed, listening to podcasts and audiobooks.

During VRT, we work on posture, coordination, vision, and core strengthening, therefore, Saturday I wake up feeling as if a truck hit me. Come Sunday, I began show traces of my familiar disequilibrium self. I don’t get out very often, so by the time sunday rolls around I am stir-crazy. I have found that long durations behind four walls can be madding; therefore, positive distraction is critical.

Babe and I were clicking through the channels and landed on VH1’s show, T.I. & Tiny. Tip’s son, Domani, was given a chance to write a song and perform it within two days. My mind began racing. Throughout the years, I have hinted at babe that I can write rhymes. I have gotten some interesting glances throughout the years. So, this Sunday, during the show, I asked babe to participate in the creation of an off-the-cuff hip hop rhyme. It’s important to note, I am low budget, and don’t have any equipment, so the sound quality is not important. This was a sporadic attempt at positively distracting myself.


Do I think I can rap or freestyle? No.

Do I think I will have a career in music? No.

Do I think I am little crazy sharing my personal antics on my blog? Yes

Did I secretly want to be Queen Latifah and MC Lyte growing up? Yes.

Kicking off the challenge: I embarked on what I am calling, Creative Sunday.

Challenge: Given a random theme, locate a beat, write lyrics, record the song, play babe the track. Here, is the 5 step breakdown.

 Babe provides me the theme. “Do the right thing”.

 I look for a beat. Where the heck do I find beats? I ended up on YouTube. Took me about 20 minuets to locate an instrumental.

*First break came after locating the beat.

 I start writing the rhyme. It took about 30 minutes including breaks.

*Forced to take about 2 breaks during this process.

Record the track. This was a fun process. I didn’t have a great sense of what I was doing, but it didn’t stop me. It’s important to note, I had a grin on my face the entire time.

* Several long breaks were taken during this process. (Being forced to take breaks while in fun moments can lead to frustration. I am learning to anticipate breaks in any venture I partake in which now minimizes the frustration. I am now starting to see breaks as part of the process.)

Play track the babe.

I was so nervous to play babe the track! Why was I so nervous? The track was never going to be heard by anyone, so who cares. This was just supposed to be a fun distraction. I guess everyone fears rejection on some level. As I was playing babe the track, various reactions formed on his face. Guess he didn’t know what to expect. He reacted like a proud parent, and it was just the reaction I needed. He was very supportive and suggested I share it on the blog. I figured, what the heck. The purpose of creative sundays is to show the importance of having fun regardless of limitations and participating in random moments that bring unexpected joy!

Happy Listening. And cheers to creative Sundays!

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Download: Do The Right Thing 2.0

Much love,

Instrumental credit: M-Phazes – All 4 Hip Hop ( Instrumental )

Copyright Disclaimer: I am considering this venture an educational process. I learned a ton. There will be no sale or distribution. I am just a chronically disabled gal keeping positively distracted.

Lyrics: Do the right thing

This rhyme was birthed from a random moment. Shout out to babe
Tonight, slither up to the mic, rattle snake
Believe in the promise of a sealed hand shake
Let me take you back, to that dark cold place
Morality swallowed up between time and space
No time to contemplate or call on home grow faith
The spirit of the moment shook you like a earthquake

Time to be alone, this moment not home grown
Flashlights in the car, your mind about to be blown
Handcuffed, spread out on car, your locked down
Silence deafening when it’s the only sound.

It’s never easy to simply do the right thing
Remember what happened to radio raheem
In a choke hold facing 5-10
Leaving another generation of fatherless men
Seems senseless a life without a beginning or end.

Its never easy
it’s never easy

it’s never easy
never easy

never easy
never easy
never easy

Switch back to the second you change your fate
Filled with rage and anger you could hardly see straight
It took years to build up this ignorant rage
Living life through the bars of a rattled cage

Jury assembled of 12 angry white men
Save money on this trail we know where it’s headin
Cinematic drama played out in black in white
American justice don’t go out without a fight

You jump up, they scream, it’s a prosecutors dream
Max sentence handed down to the legal defense team
Walked out the courtroom your family cries
Choices and consequences laid to your demise
Sitting in a cell means time to mend
Future generations will be lead to stronger men
Time will be served left rattled and unnerved
Courage rebuilds when you hit that right nerve

Its never easy
never easy
Its never easy
never easy

It’s never easy
never easy

Listen carefully as I will leave you with this
There is a thin line between sorrow and bliss
Next time you think of loosing the moral code
Think back on what you’ve already been told
Patience is virtue leading to the promise land
Shortcuts deter you from that master plan
You are birthed from the father of everything
Your purpose will be revealed when you do the right thing!