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Who's That Chick On Facebook?  Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com Who’s that chick?, I took a look at, With my very own eyes, When many of her pictures, Gets commented on her Facebook page. She sends a message, To every guys’ Facebook profile, With her pretty face, pretty lips, and nice thighs, That just got me hypnotize. Not knowing where I can ever see her once again, She might see herself, Posing for the camera, Looking so clueless. I should be commenting on your pix Naming you one of the “Prettiest chick” Even though she's a bad B*tch.

It's Hard To Say Goodbye Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ RyanNgalasPoems.Tumblr.com | STNPoetry.Tumblr.com It’s hard to say goodbye, To all the friends that you love, They live around the world, Like even Africa or America as well. I hope to see them soon, So our friendship continues to bloom, I hope you’ll stay in touch in tune. In my heart there's always room, I could even begin to start to cry, Because It’s so hard to say goodbye.

Poem  By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Gayle Robinson Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com  Gayle Robinson:  Saying goodbye,  Is never easy,  Life is full of,  Passages & turns.  Ryan Ngala:  It’s like a funeral that,  Could bring out memories,  As they leave into this world,  As it’s honor the people in need,  As they go into heaven,  For we really miss them so,  As times goes by.  Gayle Robinson:  Memories are more important,  Presence is never lost,  But distance has a cost.  Ryan Ngala:  Memories that can be kept,  In the heart of many love ones,  But life is short,  You never know when is going to hit you.

Me as my younger self with my lovely mother My Mom alongside with my sister Wendy Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Mr. Rico Speight Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com My mother raised me, To become a loving & caring son, To take care of my lovely siblings, And the rest of my day is done. My mother raised us, To do better in school, Not to stare into space, Acting like a fool. My mother raised me, To become a healthy teen, She makes food for the children, And asks us all to read. My mother raised me, To become a humble and nice man, If they say something mean to me, I can just keep my mouth shut instead. My mother raised us, To become successful leaders, How did your mother raise you? Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry ™ . All Rights Reserved.

If You Ain't About Your Paper Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com Verse 1: If you ain't about your paper, Then honestly, They ain't worth nothing to me, These broke mother fuckers will be, Begging us for a got damn quarter. But they ain't, All about the dollars, At least I find that sh*t, So annoying sometimes. One man once, Came and approach to me, He asked me for, A spare quarter. But what will that be, All worth for and why?, So then I told him,  "You know what Na". At least he couldn't used his, Fucking common sense, Just to pick up, Five bottles and go make it, His got damn self. But instead he choose,  To have someone else, Like me to do his dirty work, For him, And I'm like, What The Fuck?. So I went about my business, But these broke mother fuckers, W...