I Am Martin (Who Am I?) | Ryan Ngala

I Am Martin (Who Am I?) By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
Who Am I? A young man who wants to bring change in the state of Georgia, Who is also a motivator, And a great speaker, Who does whatever it takes to bring peace and change in the whole world.
Who Am I? If I were the king, I would bring the people to march with me in the city of Washington, D.C., To recite the speech “I Have A Dream.”
Who Am I? A man doesn’t takes no for an answer, Who has the willingness and destiny for greatness, Who is so gracious for anything else in this world.

National Anthem Protest | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ |
During a game at the National Football League, The football players was not standing as much, But eventually it was such a shame that many fans just feel so disgusted, I didn’t expect a person who wants to take a knee.
The Take A Knee movement that started with football quarterback, Lead to a nationwide protest from live broadcast games across the globe, But one football quarterback from the San Francisco 49ers, His name was Colin Kaepernick.
A man who just wanted to change the status quo, Just decided he wanted to try something new in his state of mind, But just doing whatever he wants to do to take a knee during the Star Spangled Banner, But I’m afraid that this stint didn’t sit to well for the President Of the United States Of America.
With a war of words against the NFL and NBA,

Sexual Harassment: The Media And Hollywood Who Portray Them | Ryan Ngala

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What ever happen to the public figures we love so much, That they will stoop to this low in doing horrific and pathetic things, Who would start by harassing the women not only in the workplace, As the women who were victimized can get them some space.
Let’s start with Bill Cosby A Television Public Figure, Who was beloved by so many Now accused of sexually harassing 50 women, The women who want to see them in court, As they have the courage to speak out, Who cannot be trusted by him no matter what.
Public Figures, News Figures & Comedian Figures alike, Who committed these crimes just like in an act of sin, But hate in this world will never win, Unlike the ones of that for Mr. Harvey Weinstein.
Charlie Rose total of Eight

Getting Money | Straight Stunting | Gotta Stay Hustling: The Next HCZ Anthem Poem | Ryan Ngala

Getting Money | Straight Stunting | Gotta Stay Hustling:
The Next HCZ Anthem Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
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Verse One:

If I became the boss,
I would start my own company,
Start hiring more employees,
So we can make a lot of money.

If I became the boss,
I will make a change and a difference,
Building better schools,
And eliminating ignorance.

If I became the boss,
I would take a stand for justice,
To take care of my own community,
To make it cleaner and stop the roughness.

No more drive by’s and shoot outs,
No more gangs and guns,
Because we all share the love,
See look how far we’ve become!

Those who hate will drown,
Not in their sorrow but in our glory,
But that’s a whole another story,
We know we aren’t fronting,
We know they aren’t getting nothing,
Because we all made it into something.

My name is Ryan N…

#SubwayDancers Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala  Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ |
As I stumble upon a train,  When I enter on an 8th Avenue local stop, I see some upcoming dancers introducing themselves,  As they started to perform straight to the top.

Doing tricks and flips like I've never ever seen,  It became a social media phenomenon,  As I scroll upon my Instagram,  As these dancers came and show their stuff.

Many dancers were moving to the body,  To the music that they were shaking to,  No distraction from them other train passengers,  Listening to the sound of wherever the music was playing from.

They Started to get warm up,  Get ready to burn up,  When they turn up the sound to their speakers,  They made some room to make some clear space.

One, Two, Three all eyes are on them,  Many of the moves that I see,  They already practice for themselves,  As They listen to the sound of the rhythm.

I wish th…

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem

How Much Do You Love Me? PoemEdited, Recited, Typed & WrittenByMr. Ryan NgalaRyan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
How much do you love me,More than I can ever know,To put flowers on you like a crown,As If you were sitting on the throne.
What makes you so beautiful,Despite all the boys being so pitiful to you,Don't let them hate or throw shades at you,Just because you look so much beautiful even more than they do.
But is how much you love the person right next to you,Deep inside your heart,Right from the very start,How to find the person you even meet in one day,Can even become your best friend till the very end.
Who do I love is my mother,She will always take good care of me,Unlike any other person that I have ever seen,That can even be put in an iPad screen.
How much do you love your family,All the above,Especially for my Mom, My Sisters,My Brother and I,Will one day reach for the starsoh so high. 
That's how much,I can tell,That makes me feel so well,That's all I ever wanted…

Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written 
Mr. Ryan Ngala
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Her name is Ms. Wendy Ngala,
My favorite sister of the year,
Who's destine to become victorious,
In every area of New York City.

Who clears through the entrance,
Throughout the five boroughs in all of Harlem,
I'll always give her $5 or $10 dollars of my own money,
So she can go get herself something to eat.

Who I always put her to sleep,
In her favorite blanket,
Ms. Wendy the lovely or the most beautiful,
It's what my Mom will always called her to be,
At least that's who I even respect her even more.

Whenever it comes to her,
Helping me or even my brother Abel,
Washing my clothes every weekend at the Laundromat,
She will always comes and seek us for guidance,
In anyway that she likes.

Who is always so cranky,
But never yet so sloppy,
Who desires everything that she wants,
But at least she doesn't front.

Who has dreams to be…