I Am Martin (Who Am I?) | Ryan Ngala

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I Am Martin (Who Am I?)


Mr. Ryan Ngala

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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.


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Ryan Ngala To Released Poem Performance On MLK Day

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Ryan Ngala to release Poem performance in observance of Martin Luther King Jr Day Holiday

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ is set to announce to release a Poem Performance video titled “I Am Martin (Who Am I?)” performed at one of the New York Public Libraries At Countee Cullen, as it just released a trailer yesterday on Ryan Ngala’s Poems™’s YouTube channel At Http://www.YouTube.com/RyanNgalasPoems.

In the trailer it shows a picture of Ryan and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. In a trailer tease clip as Ryan performs in the Library auditorium as an event being hosted by The Harlem Neighborhood Writers for the Second Annual Reading Series “Taste Our Passion for Words” event in the month of September 16, 2017.

Watch the trailer here:

Sexual Harassment: The Media And Hollywood Who Portray Them Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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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 Spacey total of Two

The list goes on and on as it will never stop coming,

The social media movement hashtag #MeToo sheds a light on this subject matter,

Now many Women are speaking and winning,

While the men are vulnerable to their actions and are still suffering the consequences.

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National Anthem Protest Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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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,

President Trump then too wanted to start a statewide political Alabama rally,

Starting making his pitch,

As he call out Colin Kaepernick a “son of a bitch”.


But why does everything else have to do with the president,

When this has absolutely nothing to do with him,

Out of all of the devastation that is happening in the world that we live in,

This topic about professional athletes taking a knee, that’s what irritates you the most.


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Getting Money | Straight Stunting | Gotta Stay Hustling: The Next HCZ Anthem | Ryan Ngala

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Getting Money | Straight Stunting | Gotta Stay Hustling: 

The Next HCZ Anthem Poem
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Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala

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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 made it into something.
My name is Ryan Ngala, 

My rhyme is the best,

I got all these flow’s written down on my chest,

As I’m sitting on the throne,

Because I’m representing the Harlem Children’s Zone.

Verse Two:
Them fly rich girls will be stunting,

With their shades on, and their legs so long,

They are always stacking their paper,

While jamming out to their favorite song.
All my fly guys will be winning,

With their tailored suits, and african roots,

Keeping it trill, 

Cause they know God will.
My Mom doesn’t get stressed out,

My Mom will always teach me how to save up, 

Because she will always know that,

We know what’s up.
This is for all the fly ladies & the fellas,

That I represent for C.S.O, E.T.C, Human Resources,

And all of the other HCZ after school sites above us all,

Starting with the flyest students & the staff members,

Who are also here in the building as well.
We them fly HCZ hustlers,

Who will always be,

Getting to the money,

Always straight stunting,

Best believe me when I say this,

We gotta stay hustling,

You already know.
It’s a glorious morning,

In the city of New York/

People came to look for a job,

Some place they can work.
I live in the big apple,

Where there are great things in motion/

Everywhere you turn there is an,

Opportunity waiting for you/ 

With it’s arms wide open.

Verse Three:
Where so many celebrities,

Get a chance to meet and greet,

They get a chance to have an autograph being sign for me,

Now that’s very sweet.
Strike a pose for the picture,

It has never been more clearer, 

Painting a picture so vivid, 

As my dreams gets nearer and nearer.
As I’m getting my paper,

By getting certified big checks,

Every fifth of the week/

Because Harlem Children’s Zone Is,

Where you work and don’t sleep.
I climb to the top,

But I will never ever stop,

To far reach out my destination,

During the world’s most population. 
Many Harlem Children’s Zone Students graduated,

To The Top Of Their Class,

Having all the haters,

Looking at them so funny,

Wishing that they have all their hard earned money.
As the students, reach to their full potential,

And hopefully one day they will become truly successful,

There’s no doubt about it, because the sky is the limit,

Just to let them know if they are in it to win it. 
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#SubwayDancers Poem | Ryan Ngala

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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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