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#SubwayDancers Poem | Ryan Ngala

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#SubwayDancers 


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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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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 that the hashtag topic #SubwayDancers will always be trending worldwide,

As many subway dancers could also become great celebrity dancers one day,

As for someone who will entertain young children in making sure the moves are always straight to perfection,

But that they will always look forward in their right direction. 


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How Much Do You Love Me? Poem | Ryan Ngala

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How Much Do You Love Me? Poem
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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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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 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 be 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 so high.
That’s how much,

I can tell,

That makes me feel so well,

That’s all I ever wanted was love and connection,

But what’s love got to do with it,

When you are standing with the person right in front of you.
As you look into her very eyes,

With every single step you took,

As She says “I love you”,

You love them back,

But the question is,

“How much do you really love me?”,

Right back at ya.
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Mr. Abel Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Abel Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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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 path that he choose from now on.

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Mr. Abel Ngala

Poem

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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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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,

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2 Many People Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala
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I See Many People,
On the bus,
As it gets too crowded,
Who wants to excuse you?

Or you are just trying to get pass,
Like there’s no way out of here,
As you walk out of that door,
It’s like if some people,
Just don’t even hear you anymore.

Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ’s Very Own) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Geoffrey Canada (HCZ’s Very Own)

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He’s one of the best,

Independent and greatest,

Harlem Children’s Zone’s very own after school president,

That I ever met.

Who considers to become,

One of the best role models,

In the entire planet,

As his goal was to take young smart, talented & educated adults and kids,

From the streets of New York City.

In one day make a change,

And a difference,

So they can all make it to go to college,

Just to gain more knowledge.

At his press conference earlier recently,

He announced his resignation,

To stepped down as CEO of the company,

So that Ms. Anne Williams – Isom could takeover his position later this summer,

But at least he won’t be gone forever.

Alongside with Mr. George Khaldun,

His business partner,

A well known founder of the Harlem Children’s Zone program,

For his future and brighter success.

He will always comes to work,

With his suit and tie on,

Because he will always,

Dress to impress.

His dream and his vision,

To impact the entire world,

To let every young voice be heard,

From across the entire globe.

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Punch Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala
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I’am a lonely boy,
Back when I was in high school,
When bullies punch me,
Some people,
Think I’am stupid.

Some people,
Think I’m dumb,
They will otherwise,
Start a fight,
Make a riot.

Then wanting,
To talk some,
Bulls**t behind their back,
And I sure as hell,
Don’t want that.

Big Brother Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Big Brother Poem

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Mr. Ryan Ngala
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I am Ryan Ngala,
A.k.a The Big Brother,
I got whatever It takes,
Even though I make mistakes.

I will not let that be a problem,
Cause God’s on my side,
And he will never leave me,
Nor forsake me for the rest of my life,
Till the day that I die.
So one day I can strive to the fullest,
Here on earth and in heaven.

I’m the oldest and I will become the best that I can be,
And not for someone who will tell me to do this or that,
Cause all of that junk Is a piece of garbage,
But my mom won’t take that,
Not a woman of God.

She will not accept the people that talk negative about me,
She Instead rejects and rebukes it,
And it’s nice to have someone who believes you’re the Big brother,
She will always stand right beside me,
And tell me that I am God’s child and a Big Brother.

 
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