Wakime Hauser – Page 6 – Wakime Hauser's Blog

Men healing – Round 2
- June 26, 2025
Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
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- March 27, 2024
Brown Paper Bag

Reflecting on childhood memories often brings to mind simpler times, like the excitement of packing a favorite lunchbox for school.,...
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- March 31, 2025
Letting go

For decades, I walked around carrying extra weight on my shoulders. This weight was added day by day. I became,...

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- April 23, 2023
DUSTY!
Trust without truth
- July 30, 2024

The GREAT debate-NOT

The 2024 presidential election has presented us with perhaps the most disheartening choice in…

Step Up Your Game, Coach: Leading by Example

Years ago, I had the privilege of coaching and serving as the Director of…

Danger- is an educated black man!

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, “I fear I am integrating my people…

Men Matter

Growing up to this day I am faced with one consistent question. What is…

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Life Style
August 13, 2023

I wrote this piece back in 2013, and in light of hip hop’s 50th anniversary celebration this weekend, I believe this poem resonates fittingly. Enjoy! Born with this music Hip hop Fatherless soul Hip hop was my guide It showed me the breaks Which I lived Auditory No videos and magazines Well, there was……. Underground Suppressed like the segregated south Trying to gain musical civil rights Breakthrough Run DMC Elementary Rhymes Which to this day, are parts of me Still there was no money I learned the meaning of philosophy Through BDP When dancing earned respect And DJ’s didn’t yell there names Promoting themselves the whole night Stopping the violence Was a mission Fashion was…. Gold Suede Leather Bombers Sheep skins And FOR REAL Most of us fought Hand to hand As I age Hip hop I still breathe I lived through the changes Its common sense I think I love her Well??? It’s a love hate thing Cause I love the music But I hate the game Sex and violence Yeah Kris knew it The art form is gone Hip hop Now has the root of all evil It all about the Benjamin’s And the Benz The ice The,...

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April 11, 2024

Dear love, I am afraid (book)

Imagine an open wound in the deepest part of your heart, without ever healing a dull rusty razor blade pushed upward into the raw scar tissue. On occasion salt is sprinkled all over this organ like a southern meal. Then it is wrapped tightly in a cast as if it were a broken arm. Puss and fluid drip slowly and consistently. That heart is inside the king of the jungle, A LION with the mindset of an eagle and the saveness of a fox. Severely wounded and left in the wilderness to survive. DEAR LOVE, I AM AFRAID

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September 18, 2023

We are Divided

It’s that time again. The election is around the corner! Let me start by saying SHAME ON US. This week marked the 22 year anniversary of the 911 attacks. Despite the many mysteries that have surrounded the 911 attacks. The facts are horrible. Nearly 3000 people were killed here on American soil. To be completely honest I was not a proud American before the 911 attacks. My view was marred by racism, slavery and my personal accomplishments in my life. I blamed my social, economic and current status in life on my parents, teachers, friends and the country I was born and raised in. This tragedy helped me turn my self-inflicted nightmare of a life into a living dream. This was a mindset. I am still working toward my goals 22 years later. The 911 attacks taught me that WE the people of the country are all deemed the same by most of our allies and enemies from other countries. When the attacks were plotted the attackers were not trying to kill only black, white, or latin americans. They were not trying to kill men or women. They weren’t trying to kill old or young people. They were not trying,...

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October 12, 2024

Demonic Cupid

Her contact was felt with friction Sandpaper rubbing my chest Scraping off my dead skin Grinding on my rib cage The debris falling like the collapse 0n 9/11 Making my foundation weak So I Fall She’s sly, every movement is art Vivid in detail Captivating spectators Burning torch Olympic summer Throwing javelins through my heart Slicing my legs and arms Decapitating my head Whole man cut up Wrapping me in plastic And Freezing me Then Thawing me Using tree branches and two by fours To hang me Shish kabobs Dangling from the fire Rotisserie Fully seasoned my mental Making me submissive to her desires Claiming her honesty With mystery For I was a delicacy Chewed on and swallowed Washed down with grey goose Digested and dropped in the toilet Flushed away Treated me like what I feel like SHIT By Wakime Sharri Hauser

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March 12, 2023

Your character is naked!

As I argued with my best man (Brandon, my oldest son), I was reminded of this Ed Mylet podcast I was listening to in which he was interviewing Eric Thomas ( ET the hip hop preacher). They were talking about “what you have will never change who you are.” ET mentioned a quote that went something like “ look in the mirror, not the window”. I do not recall who it was from or if that is the exact quote. What I do know is that I lost about 5 minutes of the podcast content while I was in deep thought. It dawned on me that “Character is Naked”. We could all agree or disagree that nothing changes if we don’t change. Meaning that some may say, if a person is unhappy now in their current relationship with their spouse, they will be unhappy in their next relationship. Others may say they will be happy in their next relationship because they were unhappy with the person they were in a relationship with.. Do people make you happy? ORRRRR do people add to your happiness? I hate to bust your bubble! People do not make people happy. Happiness comes from the,...

Men healing – Round 2
- June 26, 2025
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
- April 25, 2025