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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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By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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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
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™

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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By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
 
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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Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Ms. Wendy Ngala

Poem

 

Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™
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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 least she doesn’t front.

Who has dreams to become a professional singer,
Who’s always want to do better in school,
But she doesn’t act like a fool,
And she will always be the best person that she’s destine to become.

Who considers to be,
The best sister,
That I know her to become,
Who’s destine for greatness,
In every obstacle that she takes,
To make a world a better place,
In her community for herself to live in.

This is myself reciting to her,
Sincerely Yours,
Your number One,
Big Brother,
Mr. Ryan Ngala.

Beaten Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

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Beaten Poem


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By 
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry

It’s was 6 am 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.

Fireworks Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Fireworks Poem 

 

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

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™


I saw fireworks,

Bursting in all the variety of colors,
I hope that this is the night,
That things will last forever.


And maybe we’ll never say never,

Fireworks light up my sky, 
When I was going to say goodnight,
I run outside and knew,
That had caught my sight.


I started to shoot the whole thing,

With the lens of my iPod touch wide open,
I love the way how it sparkle so much,
It’s like I’m having a front row seat,
Waiting for the film to be rolling.

Back 2 School Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Edited, Recited, Typed & Written
By
Mr. Ryan Ngala
Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry
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As summer ends,

And school approaches,

The sun starts to rise and shine.

So early in the morning,

Students had to get up,

And went to get dress,

To start thinking about,

A brighter future,

And a greater success.

A chance they can say to themselves,

That one day I can become a star,

As they work so hard,

One day they will go far.

To reach their goals,

And to fulfill their dreams,

With their classmates right beside them,

So they can work,

Together as a team.

Teachers came to teach,

Students came to learn,

Whether in a school or job,

As they earn themselves with a associate or a bachelor’s degree.

If they were,

To lead by example,

As they get older,

To go to college,

As they further their knowledge.

To become as young adults,

To become as greater leaders,

In seeing that one day they can and,

Will make a difference.

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