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Surprise Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By Mr. Ryan Ngala  Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™  RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com | STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com When I was up on the 5th floor,  Waiting to use the bathroom @ C.S.O,  I heard the door,  Started to open once more.  I saw Ms. Christa Miller,  Wanting to step out,  That’s when she started,  To get jumping and hollering out,  “Oh Sh*t!!!”.  Her heart went beating at,  A faster pace,  As if she had just saw a ghost.  Wanting to come and apologize,  But it was no worries for her,  It was at that point of my mind,  I just sit back and thought to myself.  I just started to realize,  She acted,  All so surprise to come and see me,  And that's no lie.

Big Brother Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com  |  STNPoetry.Blogspot.com 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. Copyright © 2008 - 20...

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... 2 Many People Poem  Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoems.Blogspot.com  |  WWW.STNPoetry.Blogspot.com 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. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ & STN® Poetry™.  All Rights Reserved.

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... Beautiful Poem | Ryan Ngala Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com There’s no other word, To describe your perfection, You dress to impress, For all the boys Who stare at ya. Keep on smiling, And posting pic’s, Of ya bad self, I like the way you look, Now go strike a pose that, You just took. To put it as a profile, Picture on Facebook, Them divas haters will be hating, Cause they ain’t styling as hard as you. You have a passion for fashion, In every aspect of your creativity, Right in front of you, You look like one of them fashion models, Who styles on project runway, And keep on stunning with them shades on all day long.  So keep on balling, Keep stunning, In any way that you like, Go get yourself, A Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada,  Dolce & Gabbana. ...

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... My Father (Rest In Peace) Poem | Ryan Ngala & Florence Ngala Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Florence Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ WWW.RyanNgalasPoemsOfficial.Blogspot.com  |  WWW.STNPoetryOfficial.Blogspot.com My Father,  He Is Dead, Make sure he is rest in peace in heaven. For all the great things that he has done, I never knew in my life, That he'd be gone forever. He was a hard worker, He was always a leader, How much my mother really misses him. He was the greatest dad I ever had, And now I'm really sad, We have lost him. He will always keep us in touch, I'll always love him, Deep inside my heart. Copyright © 2008 - 2020 Ryan Ngala's Poems™ & STN® Poetry™. All Rights Reserved.

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... Mr. Abel Ngala Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ 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 footst...

Ryan Ngala’s Poems™ | STN® Poetry™ Proudly Presents... Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem Edited, Recited, Typed & Written  By  Mr. Ryan Ngala Ryan Ngala's Poems™ | STN®  Poetry ™ 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 ...