How Can I Engage Thee?

By Kitabu

Synopsis of trademark

I chose to model the uhuru sasa, trademark in the shape of an unfinished hive. The hive in it's undeveloped stage is the underlining nucleus of the uhuru sasa. Acronym: unionizing human beings to become universal role models through up-tempo stanzas and standard acoustics.

I chose to model the uhuru sasa trademark after the hymenopteran--the honeybee--not because we tend to associate the bee with economic commerce but because the bee, like all hymenopterans, develop through four distinctive stages--egg, larva, pupa, and adult.

Our beliefs at the uhuru sasa poet's society is that writer's too develop and nurture their literary skills through distinctive stages as well. It is our belief that a tree has to first become nascent in the mind before its branches can produce fruit!

We incorporate and exemplify this belief through our literary curriculums, as well as through the mission and purpose of our logo and trademark, uhuru sasa!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781684982349

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How Can I Engage Thee?

Kitabu

Copyright © 2022 Kitabu

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2022

ISBN 978-1-68498-233-2 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-68498-234-9 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Rosa

The Qalb

Conscious

Vision, Shape, Arrow

Lotus Flower

Ms. Judas

Amy Winehouse

Vernacular

Fatima

My Own Summer

Bath Water that Feeds the Hungry

The Semantic

High

The Grasp

Kitabu to Himself

I Live

Kitabu to Himself

The Jacob Theory

Kitabu to Himself

Entitled Amazonian

Kitabu to Himself #2

Entitled Grandpa

The Utterance of Kitabu the Man, the Insurrection, the Shadow

Zuire

The Awaking

Chronicles of the Rise of the Millennium Fascist: The Beginning An Allegorical Apartheid

Questions

Puncture

Prophets of the Crooked Compass Part 1

Prophets of the Crooked Compass Part 2

Enigma

Imbue

Shatt al-Arab

The Opening

Untitled

The Miracle

Under Fire

Untitled

A Smooth Molotov

Untitled

The Soul

Nostalgia

Figuratively Speaking

Asylum

But It's Classical

Epiphany

Off the Mind

Off the Mind

It's Cool

Mother Theresa

Cousin Alecia

Last Night

Asante

I Am

Intro

The Collapse of Gravity

U View Me

Astrology in Motion

In Your Heart, You Must Never Forget

Narcissus

Thief in the Night

Golden Light of Soul, My Queen Entitled Jazz

The Question of Magnitude

If I Love Me

A Dedication to Alecia and Lisa

Bills

Untitled

Break the Monotony

Tired

Rebirth with Vision in Hands

Miracle

Rage of Lust

The Hybrid

Neo-Slavery

Out of Love

Global Warming

Product of My Environment

Untitled

It's Cool

Uhuru Sasa

Love

Ink in Her Eye

Angela

Rebuilding the Soul

It's Cool

Scented in Retribution

Rebuilding the Soul

Hannibal

Inimical

Rosewood

Untitled

Adjuration, Relapse, and Execution

Standing Here among the Night, I Touched an Angelica

I Breathe Us

Scared L''l Girl

A Painful Familiar

I Wish with Respectable Vision

In the Measure of Actual Essence

Grove Chemistry

My Dedication to 2Pac

The Day of Sentencing

Urban Nzingha

UHURU SASA

Thutmose

Ideal

Untitled

Selficide

You View Me

Angela

Intrigued

Ernesto to Himself

Repertoire

Black Orchid

About the Author

To my mother, Theresa, and my son Yusuf to whom has given back to the spectrum, the body which in return gave them shape. You are my miracle through death and novelty.

To my son Amir, you are to whom I write this, my underlining nucleus, my stanza. My belief that a tree root has to first become nascent in the mind before its branches can produce fruit.

I feel the energy of your indomitable spirit, everyday entering and exiting thy temporary dwelling O how thy soul burns with such a hunger, a yearning deeper than the solitude of a shadow.

It is so riveting, full of electricity and strength—you left me so out of my body, asking thy soul, How can I engage thee?

For I smile at the thought of rain, drowning thyself in its quietude and in its beauty, for in retrospect, every winter reminds me of you.

Walking in fields where memories left by your shadow's mark fade deeply in the heart's subterranean depth which lies deeper than the solitude of a shadow.

If only you knew the enormity of thy loneliness, for inside I'm dying—drowning in the misted currents of your absence which opens up and envelopes me, clothing the emptiness I wear for I've tried to compensate for how I feel by surrounding myself with the love of many souls, trying to fill that void dwelling in the broken mirrors of thy soul.

But on the contrary, I find myself folded in stillness, wondering if thy conscious can hold the weight.

Yes, I've grown mad with envy over lost years, missing you like the blind man who misses the virtue of sight.

For in retrospect, I wept deeply, remembering the warmth of your smile bringing me to a climax without intimacy, for you have been a pillow to thy foreign soul.

When I was lost, paddling in the abyss toward the state of no direction, I knew during my times of weakness, I could confide in your trust—the source and foundation of my strength. If only you knew the enormity of thy loneliness which burns through thy empty soul.

Piercing the raw essence of my unhappiness that now grows immune to all emotional feelings I once possessed.

For the thought of eternity seems so futile if you're not besides thee.

My eternal love of universal substance, shining in a riot of radiance.

For I smile at the thought of rain, drowning myself in its quietude and its beauty.

How can I engage thee?

Rosa

May God be pleased with Rosa,

bravo, sister girl!

We love you

your fire, your fuel, your phenomenology

of a new flame,

that never once stop, loving us even as we stop loving ourselves

and forgot why we as a people boycotted in the first place!

March on, Rosa, march on

into a new light and into a new sojourn

you came to us, as the incarnate of sister Harriet,

and freed a nation.

God had already chosen you as his catalyst,

all you had to do was apply ink to script and on December 1, 1955

you boldly refused to give up your seat.

And in return, he gave us a mother of civil rights.

March on Rosa, march on

into a new light and into a new sojourn

you are a nova that burns brighter, than any presidential medal of freedom

or congressional gold medal,

than any international freedom conductor award, or

American public transit association award

you've become recipient of

bravo, sister girl

we love you

your work has been done, be at peace.

And align yourself with Martin,

and Malcom and Medgar Evers and sojourner truth and the rest