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Stop The Violence Poem | Ryan Ngala

Stop The Violence
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
Don't snuff out my light, Before it has a chance to shine bright.
Beat the Odds, Not your child,  Girl or boy friend, To be your own partner. 
Violence Is, Not an Option, Non-Violence is just a lifestyle. 
I want to hear laughter,  Not gunfire, Put Play back in Playgrounds, Cruel WORDS can hurt too as well. 
Hit the Lottery, Not a child, Reach for a Peaceful Resolution, Not a Weapon. 
Let My Life Be Elevated, Not Eradicated, I want to THRIVE in my neighborhood, Not just SURVIVE in my neighborhood. 
Let my parents plan my life, Not my funeral, As a young adult, Cry at my Graduation, Cry at my Prom, Cry at my Wedding, Just don't cry at my funeral. 

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Trinity Church Harlem Poem | Ryan Ngala

Trinity Church Harlem  Poem
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It's a beautiful sunny day, To start on a fabulous Sunday, Where in the heart of Harlem, Lies what's in beneath the center of a local school located in 122nd Street, Between Lenox Avenue & Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd. 
The old church between 130th & 131st Street, Gets destroyed by a bomb cyclone, But I guess the storm wouldn’t leave the building alone, It just left danger and destruction inside along with it. 
Where there are no rules allowed, Only just to love and praise for the person who created you to become, I guess there is no one else greater, Then the one and only Jesus Christ our Lord and savior. 
Where the congregation of people, From all ages above, Who styles in their fabulous but gorgeous good looking clothes, Who loves the Lord for who he is in the Holy Bible. 
From bible verses for which they will start…

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

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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

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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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Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com | STNPoetry.Blogspot.com
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

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

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
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

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#SubwayDancers 
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala  Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ 
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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…