Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

  January The Sixth: Attack On The Capitol Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Tumblr.com  |  STNPoetryOnline.Tumblr.com I cannot believe that it has been over two years, What had happened on the event that was unfolded, Has us to have opened our very eyes and, Shattered us to tears.  Thought we were going to be scared, Once we saw what had happened on the news, Would be a reflective mindset, To our point of view.  The hours of Donald Trump being the president, Before or after he was going to leave the White House, Has all of us to realized, He was going to do some dumb shit.  The protesters was to going to stormed, To the federal government building, Being the United States Capitol, Not knowing the consequences of their own actions.  All I have is just four words for them, And that is this, Fuck the white supremacy protesters, Who will try to threatened, Our United States de...

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.  Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

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

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. Who Am I? As A Pastor, A Fearless Leader, Who Led the March over the bridge to Selma. Who Am I? My Name Is Martin Luther King, Junior. Copyright © 2008 – 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™.  All Rights Reserved.

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

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 Matt Lauer total of Six Louis C.K. total of Five Kevin...

Getting Money | Straight Stunting | Gotta Stay Hustling: The Next HCZ Anthem Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Https://www.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | Https://www.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com 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 mad...

#SubwayDancers  Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala  Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™  RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com 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 mak...

How Much Do You Love Me? Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan 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 stars oh s...

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN®  Poetry ™ 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...

Mr. Abel Ngala Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ My brother is one of the coolest person, That I consider him to become as my number one helper, Who will always want to work hard, And maybe one day he's going to go far. And will always want to do better in school, Not to stare into space, Acting like a fool, Unlike he use to. My Mom will always pushed him, To tried his very hardest to succeed, As he always goes to class, And be on time just to learn & read. Whatever obstacle or path he choose, At least he ain't got nothing else to lose, At least we are the ones who's going to become far, Because he shines just like the brightest star. He is always so active, And who always considers to play basketball, With his school buddies, But also decides to follow his own footsteps, In any obstacle that he choose from now on. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 ...

The Jesus Within Me (No One) Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN®  Poetry ™ I see the Jesus within me, The one who created me, The one who strengthens me, The one who believes in me for what, I'm hoping & dreaming for. For all young boys & girls, Who believes in him from their heart, Right from the very start. And no one starts to get angry, For that's for the work of the devil, That the Satin is Planning. So don't get mad, As we pray, For what Jesus Christ who has help us to become as a, Happy Christian people we really are today.