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Together (We Stand) By Ryan Ngala

Together We stand All around the world To listen to mighty God’s word Let our voices be heard As God gave us bread He gave us blood To drink and bread to eat Remember him forever By his love and grace For all the lives that we are facing For all the struggles that were embracing Were having a recession Because God knows what is happening We are marching towards Jesus For where he is in the atmosphere He is living Where God is now standing together Together this is where we stand On the face of the earth

Making Money W/ Miles Thomas & Kindu Baker By Ryan Ngala

Ryan Ngala’s Verse:I have been making money That I have been counting onOf how much amount is it? If I made a lot of itI make a bunch of moneyTo buy something for lunchTo be eating my favorite cereal like raisin brain or cinnamon toast crunchMiles Thomas Verse:To host a bunch of flakes and clustersI hold the bowl and spoon feed your blustersKindu Baker's Verse:Making money is my jobI does it all the timeI’m nice of the headI’m nice with these rhymesYoung fly & fresh people know who I beGot girls screaming & sayingI love you leek

The E.T.C Advisors

These are the ones
Who has sense of humor
Who work harder
Go farther
They have bigger dreams for themselves
They have work together as a team
At the Harlem Children’s Zone
They can imagine how
Young teens
Failing their class
Where they should be passing
For which they’ll be working hard

Piece of Art Poem (With Mr. Anthony Lezama Jr.)

Piece of Art Poem
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Anthony Lezama Jr. Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
Anthony’s Verse: Taking away a piece of my art,
Is like taking away a piece of my heart,
It’s like the soul I was given at birth when I had a life to start,
The words from my mind become statements said out of my mouth,
They have so much power; I could take a lazy person from off their couch.

Ryan Ngala’s Verse: It’s like the piece of the puzzle,
For a coloring picture,
It’s like a drawing created in my mind,
It’s like seeing the light for a picture so bright,
It’s like creating a molten color picture for the artwork piece of my colorful creation.

Anthony’s Verse: My creations stand tall in my mind,
I have art in my brain,
I would never leave behind,
The days seem long,
My work never seems wrong,
The beauty of work is like a song.

Ryan Ngala’s Verse: For like the piece of a sculpture,
Or a beautiful painting,
For this is a fine piece of art,
For which is really fa…

Searching 4 Somebody By Ryan Ngala

Looking at the park
As somebody was gone
Went on searching 4 her
But not knowing where she was
Or where she was spotted from
But as I can tell
She’s was hiding from the woods
But there she was
As I found her at last
Safe and Sound

The Fat Cat Poem By Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited & Written  By Ryan Ngala
The fat cat,
Sat on the mat,
Hitting a mouse with a baseball bat,
All while sitting on his hat,
Trying to catch a rat,
Running & saying that stupid brat,
Who's just sitting on his fat hat.

Police In The Community By Ryan T. Ngala

Police In The Community  Poem 
By Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry
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In the streets, Where I live, I see police officers everywhere, They see people selling drugs even.
When the city is in economic trouble, They see crime, they see violence, In the community, The officers are protecting and saving the city from violence crime and illicit drugs.

Who Will I Be? Poem By Ryan Ngala

Who Will I Be? Poem
By Ryan Ngala

In the future,
Who Will I See,
As I have a dream,
To be a part of the news team.

As I see myself,
On top of the ladder,
To work harder,
Go farther.

Reach higher,
As many people who would teach me,
In my neighborhood,
How to read, write, and everything that I could.

So I can be an achieved person,
Succeed and proceed to the next level,
So when I work hard I’ll be on national television,
To be recognizing who this man really is.

I’m a grown boy,
And I’ll take care of everything,
Because them boys can’t tell me anything,
I can write stories,
And I even do some graphics designs,
But I cannot just be like everybody else,
Unlike these hoes that I see in the streets.