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Trinity Church Harlem  Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com | STNPoetry.Blogspot.com It's a beautiful sunny day, To start on a fabulous Sunday, Where in the heart of Harlem, Lies what's in beneath the center of a local school located in 122nd Street, Between Lenox Avenue & Adam Clayton Powell Jr. Blvd.  The old church between 130th & 131st Street, Gets destroyed by a bomb cyclone, But I guess the storm wouldn’t leave the building alone, It just left danger and destruction inside along with it.  Where there are no rules allowed, Only just to love and praise for the person who created you to become, I guess there is no one else greater, Then the one and only Jesus Christ our Lord and savior.  Where the congregation of people, From all ages above, Who styles in their fabulous but gorgeous good looking clothes, Who loves the Lo

Stop The Violence Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Don't snuff out my light, Before it has a chance to shine bright. Beat the Odds, Not your child,  Girl or boy friend, To be your own partner.  Violence Is, Not an Option, Non-Violence is just a lifestyle.  I want to hear laughter,  Not gunfire, Put Play back in Playgrounds, Cruel WORDS can hurt too as well.  Hit the Lottery, Not a child, Reach for a Peaceful Resolution, Not a Weapon.  Let My Life Be Elevated, Not Eradicated, I want to THRIVE in my neighborhood, Not just SURVIVE in my neighborhood.  Let my parents plan my life, Not my funeral, As a young adult, Cry at my Graduation, Cry at my Prom, Cry at my Wedding, Just don't cry at my funeral.  Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

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 a 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 sets the bars for African Americans, Votes have been tallied, From every state, Every City. He has made a landing, In all America he’s the only one standing, There’s a different face, In all of our presidents. He’s no disgrace, An American resident, We

I Am Martin (Who Am I?) By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ 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. Copyright © 2008 – 2020 Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.