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No Beef S**t Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala

I see it in the magazine,
That does not fascinate,
Me at all,
But just to see,
Themselves.

Beefing about,
Who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
And
How?

As you see yourself,
Being treated, acted and,
Saying some stuff.

That you just don’t want,
Anyone else to hear you say,
But let’s just get that clear.

And let just get this,
One thing straight,
In not saying some,
Beef s**t,
That you do not,
Want to get yourself,
Involve with,
Or with anyone else,
At all.

Save Africa Poem | Ryan Ngala

Save Africa
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Save Africa, That’s my mother's country,  Save Africa,  Many people need more money.
They will be helping and will be,  Keeping the country,  Safer, Cleaner,  And even more happier.
Than ever before,  Many more are dying in,  Sickness & diseases,  That they are rest in peace,  In their humble grave.

The Fat Cat | Recited By Gina The Giraffe [VoiceOver By Ryan Ngala]

Here's A Short Video Of My Voice Animated Animal Called Gina The Giraffe
As He Recite My Poem Called "The Fat Cat"

Copyright © 2011 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ Entertainment. All Rights Reserved.

I'm The Boss Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala

I'm The boss,
Tell 'Em boys to get lost,
They disappear so quickly like a ghost,
Who flies to the skies,
Like danny phantom.

That's what my momma,
Always call me,
As the boss of my own home,
I'll never be alone,
I'll always wake up my siblings,
As long as I'm living in this household.

To be a good role model,
As I could really be,
That's what I'am all about,
To learn how to respect one another,
As I work hard & go farther.

Freestyling My Words Poem | Ryan Ngala

Freestyling My Words Poem
Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
Sometimes when, I feel like writing, I always feel like, I have a lost for words.
Whether I’m thinking about writing poems, Or writing about a bunch of girls, Who likes to take a punch, For these punk ass bitches, Who stands in their way, Another day, Another dollar.
I’ll be done by the hour, I don’t consider myself, As an evil villain, But I burst myself with laughter, Call me as the joker.
Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

The Lady Manikin Poem | Ryan Ngala

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala
With the structure, Of an awesome body, That God had obviously created, Makes a skilled and talented sculptor, Want to stare at an amazing beauty.
Like something off of a wax model display, At the Madame Tussauds, But just to see a lady manikin, Gets a whole lot of creativity.
As If It was someone else’s, Toy doll, They will braid it like a customer’s hair, Swinging it back and forth, As they were some awesome professionals, But thru it all, It was still a wonderful masterpiece.

Bittersweet: Kanye West

Kanye West Reciting His Poem Called “Bittersweet” After He Rap His Own “You Ain’t Even Gotta Ask” Verse

What The School Label Me To Be Poem | Ryan Ngala

What The School Label Me To Be

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
What the school label me to be,
Was certainly not true,
Seeing myself being acted in a certain type of way,
That there was nothing else that I can’t say or do.

But I got to speak was on my mind,
As I’am working everyday,
Like I’m on my grind,
Calling me a “Mentally Retarded” person,
But at least I don't act like one.

With some harsh words or feelings,
As If I was almost about to cry,
But not to me I ain’t,
And here’s the reason why,
Because I know that my mom didn’t raise me to become some stupid kid.

But a man to become who I am today,
No matter what the school system had to say about me,
Because she will always come and talk to me,
In what I'm suppose to do in school,
Each & every day,
Of my life.