Ryan Ngala’s Poems™

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.

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By    Mr. Ryan Ngala   Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com She arrive on the plane, As she lives in West Africa, She is coming to America, And picking herself up to the airport. When I just got on the bus on a 20 minute drive, When I just got my keys, To open the house, When my little brother Abel said, “Guess who’s here?!!!”. And when someone else, Was walking up the stairs, She was looking right in front of me, And that’s when I first started to realize, She saw me in my biggest surprise, And that’s when I started to scream in my loudest voice ever. 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™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com God has created a beautiful woman, That he has made, So she can be human in his name, She has a loving and caring heart. Right from the start that, It'll be staying, In her special body, Living in her own special house, Because she's making, So much money. She is a hard worker, Who's living longer, That she'll always remains stronger, As she is leaving in her place in Jalingo, Nigeria. To be arriving and visiting us here in America, All Day, Can you guess her name?, For who she really is. The answer is here, On a piece of paper, And a picture of her beautiful smile, That's person name is Auntie Doreen.

Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents… Beaten Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ It’s was 6am in the Morning, When I was up sleeping, Got up the next morning, To see what I’m dreaming, Pulled up my jeans. Put on that Ralph Lauren shirt, Rocked those Nike’s, Then went to work, While going there. Two boys looked at me, Staring me down, From the face to the knees, Got up and started, Down the way. I was heading, Then I started to sway, They grabbed me from behind, Punched me in the back. Took off my shoes, Took off in there Cadillac, Stood there like a fool, Thinking way to fast. I wasn’t cool, I was just fat, No time for some cheating, I’ve just been beaten. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ . All Rights Reserved .

Mr. Barack Obama: The 44th President Of The United States Of America  Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com   It’s time right now, Yes we can, Change the world, Someday somehow. Something we can believe in, Is what we need, Now is reality, We need a new seed. Time for Equality, Time for a change, With Barack Obama, Nothing is the same. Stop the killer’s, Help the poor, Stop drug dealers, Open the door. We need to seize the day, And to do it now, Yes it matters now, With Barack’s health is restored. Lives are saved, No more poor, Tax are reduced, For the poor. Change is now, Change is scored, Barack Obama, Is incredible, His legacy is impossible. He set the bars for African Americans, Votes have been tallied, From every state, Every City. He has made a landi...

Sunglasses, Used To fix, Wear them, Those guys & chicks. Protect your eyes, From the sun rays, They lie upon, Your eyes today. You should be rocking, Those Jimmy chus, You got the brand name ones, The bad ones to. For them guys, Who’s feeling wacky? Put on the Sunglasses, They make you happy.

God (In My Life) Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ In my life I was born & raised in, Harlem, New York, In my birthplace that I was Baptist in, In these days I was stress. But God knows that I’m so bless, In the name of Jesus I pray to him amen, That when I grow up I’ll become a business man, To do the best I can. For this is who I’am, Not for what people even said to me to believe that I was in Special Ed, But God said to me that I’m a young & talented kid, That I was even so kind to help my mother out. Yes I did do that, That my father was dead, I see the tears of my mother eyes, It was no lie & was no joke. Even for the struggle we face, I told Auntie Elizabeth to be brave, That God will always be there for you, He’ll always be there for me. In My Life, He has made a sacrifice, For that I am truly thankful, That makes us so special. In his eyes we are all one, Differen...