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The Prize 🏆

In the realm of childhood memories, few things evoke nostalgia quite like the thrill of discovering a prize hiding within,...
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- September 26, 2024
Your vote is NOT your voice!

We’ve all been told that voting is the cornerstone of democracy, that our vote is our voice, and that every,...

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- June 25, 2023
AMERICA, Is like ME!
Court house
- February 26, 2025

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
November 5, 2024

As I pulled up to the polls at Kenney Elementary School in Manchester, Connecticut, I couldn’t help but reflect on the first time I ever voted back in 1992. I was young, born a Democrat, casting my vote for Bill Clinton without much thought. Back then, voting felt straightforward, a quick alignment with what I’d always known. But this time, over 32 years later, I felt something entirely different. I felt the weight of responsibility, yes, but also a deep questioning of the act itself—a reflection on whether voting, as it stands, truly aligns with my values. Time has taught me more about life, about this country, and about the principles that should ground our society. My experiences as a Black man, an independent thinker, and a father have reshaped how I see my place here and the responsibility I bear. Today, when I vote, I don’t do it out of habit but from a conscious sense of duty. Yet I can’t help but wonder if casting my vote is, in part, an acceptance of a system that no longer if ever seems to serve us all. It has never served people who look like me in my humble opinion.,...

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May 29, 2023

I Wanna be (poem)

I wanna be I wanna be beyond the stars Floating on life Listening to my grandfather I wanna be sitting on white sands Sipping on a margarita In the company of a queen I wanna be in heaven Reconnecting with my lost loves Embracing there souls I wanna be lost in love Loyal husband and father Giving my best to my family I wanna to be the president Committed to the democracy Working for the people I wanna be young Following the guide of the lectures Not learning always from experience I wanna be rich Not with the root of evil But with knowledge and understanding I wanna be the best I could be Not noticed as potential I man who achieves I wanna be a shadow Seen in the dark Hiding in the light I wanna be I wanna be Those things we can’t see By Wakime Sharri Hauser

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January 18, 2024

MLK

This week marks the celebration of the birthday and federal holiday for Martin Luther King Jr., officially designated on November 2, 1983, when President Ronald Reagan signed the bill into law. Reflecting on my childhood, I remember eagerly anticipating this holiday for the simple joy of having a day off from school. However, as I matured, I delved deeper into understanding the legacy of Martin Luther King Jr. through books and documentaries, gaining insights into the complexities surrounding this iconic figure. While acknowledging the greatness of MLK, I must admit that my personal hero is my grandfather, Harold Hauser. This doesn’t diminish MLK’s significance, but it prompts an interesting question: Who were Martin Luther King Jr.’s heroes? A key influence on him was Benjamin Mays, a mentor whose impact might not be widely known but played a pivotal role in shaping MLK’s ideals. Two aspects of MLK that I particularly admire are his unwavering bravery and his mission to unite people. Living under constant threat, he fearlessly led a movement aimed at breaking down racial barriers. Reflecting on his life, I believe MLK’s success lay in his commitment to uniting the nation across racial lines. Racism is learned, not inherent.,...

Life Style
December 4, 2023

It was just EMAIL

The internet has permeated every aspect of our lives, evolving from a mere tool to a ubiquitous force shaping our daily existence. In its nascent stage, I recall engaging with primitive platforms like email, Myspace, and Yahoo/AOL chats. Amazon and eBay were confined to selling books and facilitating shopping, yet even then, the digital landscape was rife with bots and explicit content. In 2008, I took my first plunge into the social media realm via Facebook on my mobile device, marking a paradigm shift. Today, it’s commonplace to witness individuals perpetually glued to their phones, with toddlers replacing books with iPads. Our world has become an intricate web, and many find themselves entangled, unable to envision life without their cell phones. Reflecting on the early 1990s, I nostalgically recall exchanging letters with a woman from Germany, waiting eagerly for responses that took up to 14 days. Communication was an art, and the joy of receiving a letter was unparalleled. International calls were a luxury due to exorbitant costs, leading to the prevalence of written correspondence. Fast forward to the present, where a $100 monthly investment grants access to a plethora of services through a handheld device—talks, texts, videos, shopping, food,...

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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

Men healing – Round 2
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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