Moore VOICE WINTER 2014

Magazine

Just a Rainfall

The Winter Lyric CAFÉ

Making School Count

Where S tudents Are Heard

Nelson Mandela Reflections

Aries for Life A Unified Nation

A Beautiful Day Summer Storm

Today’s Trouble

Society

Leadership Today

Felicia Jones

6th Grade Lou Reynolds,

8th Grade

Analisa Wendt, Step Academy

Allen Crane, 7th Grade

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At Moore Middle School, we believe that

every child is capable of accomplishing great

things, and that each one can have a positive

impact on our school, community and ultimately our future.

In order to have a learning environment that maximizes each

young person’s potential, expectations are very high, both

academically and behaviorally. We expect students to meet

these expectations, and with guidance and support from both

home and school, students are fully capable of reaching the

standards we as a school, at home and the community at

large have set.

Our namesake, Robbie Susan Moore, was a leader in

the community who supported education and worked dili-

gently to provide greater opportunities for all people. Our

motto, “Anchored in Excellence” is derived from Mrs.

Moore’s legacy of excellence which she established in this

very community. Likewise, Moore Middle School is com-

mitted to helping all students exceed as learners and leaders.

Lamont Mays,

Principal

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Table of Content 6 Summer Storm

10 Aries for LIFE

13 Nelson Mandella Reflections

16 Sponsors

21 Haters

23 The Pale Leaf

Destiny Gilbert-Parker

Shanya Hatten

Calvin Davis

Herbert Zelaya

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Summer Storm

By Jordan Mahotiere

The clouds begin to connect

They start to darken with color

They begin to tear and cry

Like there was no option other

It drizzles and sizzles for a good minute

There ’s no hiding you cannot run from it

The rain thickens and hardens and begins to sting

The rain seems to consume everything

I hear the crack of thunder and the flash of lightning

As if the clouds are up there yelling and fighting

The storm is violent with color of blue, black, and yellow

The summer storm is no friendly fellow

A tornado forms it makes the earth rattle

It picks up tree’s, houses, and cattle

The tornado tears everything out of sight

It is as if it has the might of 100 bulls in a fight

Summer storm, summer storm, it will last all night

The sound of its howl will give you a fright

Don’t cry don’t beckon you will survive the storm to night

the sun is your angel and I am your knight

A Unified Nation By: Chandlar Mitchell

All around the world

With all kinds of faces

Are all kinds of girls

Of all kinds of races

All colors of eyes

With their own body size

Many different ages

At many different stages

Many kinds of names

And BLING, BLING all sorts of fame

We all came together like

Teachers in a meeting

We celebrate our

Likeness with nobody

Sleeping

Weather rich or poor

Red, tan, black, or, white

We are all in the world

And we all UNITE!!!!!!

JOY

By: Jamisha Quinn

Hear the music here and there,

Hear the laughter everywhere,

Joy is spreading everywhere.

No tears fall from their eyes

You just see smiles as wide as the sky

Joy is spreading everywhere

The wind dances with the grass

Finally they have joy at last

Joy is spreading everywhere

You too have joy inside

It will always be at your side

There it will stay for the rest of your life

Joy will always be there

Flowers in the Window

Author: Liam Adkison

My mother always had flowers in the window.

It could be roses, daises, any flower, and it would be in her window.

Even if it was raining or snowing or just no sun.

There would be flowers in the window.

One day I asked her why she did it, and she sat me down and told me.

“I put those flowers there because it reminds me of my family.

My mom, dad, grandma and grandpa, and of my childhood.

My grandma and your great grandma would put beautiful flowers in their windows.

And one day I asked her the same question you’re asking me, and she said,

I think of it as a good luck charm, putting it out for the world to see.

The world needs more happiness and I think those flowers could put a smile on someone’s face.

So, I try to do my part to make this world a little better.

I think everyone should at least try to make things better for someone else other than themselves.

That is why I have flowers in the window.”

Aries for Life

by: Yahana T. Goldsby Aries for life I can never change

April 16st to which I am vein

Don’t get me wrong it is no curse

I am grateful to be born before the 21st

It is winter but spring is yet to come

There, will be my birthday filled with lots of fun

Balloons, cake, ice cream, and friends

The fun had just begun and will never end

When my special day comes I will transform

From the caterpillar I once was into a more beautiful form

I will spread my wings and soar the sky

Oh so mighty and high

Before you know it, I’ll only be seen

on holidays, birthdays, and Thanksgiving

I told you this before but I will now tell you twice

I will and forever am an Aries for Life

The blind storm

By: Alex Lopez

The storm

It comes and goes

Every time it changes form

Throwing lightning bolts

In the dark, not seeing a

thing, BOOM!

The storm

Always being hated for its

Natural purpose

The storm

Looks like black ink

Up in the sky

The storm always blinds

Throwing bolts and looking

for its way out

CAN SLAVES BE FREE

By: Brenda Bastida

I live in fear

My life is like a rainy day

With thunderstorms that take

my family away

It’s like a nightmare

That has not stopped

since I was born

And it hunts me every day

But I know it will change

I know my fears will go away

And my nightmares will stop hunting me

I have faith

We are worth something

We are not made to be treated different

We are just like them

Judge us not by the way we look,

talk, or dress

Just remember we have feelings too

Nelson Mandela Reflects on Working Toward Peace

I was not born with a hunger to be free. I was born free-free in every way that I could know. Free to run in the fields near my mother's hut, free to swim in the clear stream that ran through my village, free to roast mealies under the stars and ride the broad backs of slow-moving bulls. As long as I obeyed my father and abided by the customs of my tribe, I was not troubled by the laws of man or God.

It was only when I began to learn that my boyhood freedom was an illu-sion, when I discovered as a young man that my freedom had already been tak-en from me, that I began to hunger for it. At first, as a student, I wanted free-dom only for myself, the transitory freedoms of being able to stay out at night, read what I pleased, and go where I chose. Later, as a young man in Johannes-burg, I yearned for the basic and honorable freedoms of achieving my potential, or earning my keep, of marrying and having a family-the freedom not to be ob-structed in a lawful life.

But then I slowly saw that not only was I not free, but my brothers and sisters were not free. I saw that it was not just my freedom that was curtailed, but the freedom of everyone who looked like I did. That is when I joined the Af-rican National Congress, and that is when the hunger for my own freedom be-came the greater hunger for the freedom of my people. It was this desire for the freedom of my people to live their lives with dignity and self-respect that ani-mated my life, that transformed a frightened young man into a bold one, that drove a law-abiding attorney to become a criminal, that turned a family-loving husband into a man without a home, that forced a life-loving man to live like a monk. I am no more virtuous or self-sacrificing than the next man, but I found that I could not even enjoy the poor and limited freedoms I was allowed when I knew my people were not free. Freedom is indivisible; the chains on any one of my people were the chains on all of them, the chains on all of my people were the chains on me.

It was during those long and lonely years that my hunger for the freedom of my own people became a hunger for the freedom of all people, white and black. I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed. A man who takes away another man's freedom is a prisoner of hatred, he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness. I am not truly free if I am taking away someone else's freedom, just as surely as I am not free when my freedom is taken from me. The op-pressed and the oppressor alike are robbed of their humanity.

When I walked out of prison, that was my mission, to liberate the oppressed and the oppressor both. Some say that has now been achieved. But I know that that is not the case. The truth is that we are not yet free; we have merely achieved the freedom to be free, the right not to be oppressed. We have not taken the final step of our journey, but the first step on a longer and even more difficult road. For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others. The true test of our devotion to freedom is just beginning.

I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.

I have taken a moment

here to rest, to steal a

view of the glorious

vista that surrounds

me, to look back on

the distance I have

come. But I can rest

only for a moment, for

with freedom comes

responsibilities, and I

dare not linger, for my

long walk is not yet

ended.

CAN SLAVES BE FREE

And my nightmares will stop hunting me

Today’s Troubles Kelvin Cerna

Don’t let today’s troubles

Bring you down,

Or allow you to question your ability

Don’t let life’s little obstacles

Keep you from trying,

Or become the reason for defeat

Don’t let your fears

Keep you from dreaming “zzzZzzz”,

Or chasing your dream

Don’t let yourself feel

Like you’re no one in life,

You’ll be someone if you follow your dreams

Don’t give up for any reason

Believe in yourself,

And in yourself you’ll find strength

There’s not a cloud today Just a sky of blue

As the sun shines bright It feels so new

As you walk down the street

You can see smiles from all around The next day still smiles all around

Its like everyone

Came to the town To enjoy a summer’s day

And let time stand still for a little while just until The night says goodbye

By: Isaiah Smith

A Beautiful Day

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Haters

By Dashawn Frazier

The haters are overwhelming

I just don’t know what to do

I don’t ever understand what’s going on with you

Are you feeling irritated, agitated?

Did I make you feel this way?

Well boom! I guess I have you feeling some type of

way.

But this shine will never stop, not for you or the next

Haters have hated for too long

It’s time to stop

Be a time traveler and reverse the clock

Act like the mouse never talked to the man

and gave the hater raid to his # 1 fan

So while you sittin’ there hatin‘

I’m just getting motivated

These words are real, like MLK speeches

So just shade away them shady feelings

you feel on this day,

Haters are going to be haters

Guess they won’ be stopped today

Fire & Water by: Naomi DeJohnette

Bright red, hot and orange flames

burst into the air. Cool Blue water

rushing up the sandy beach.

One day, they both met each other

The friendship of the two were strong

like tough boulders. But Fire became

jealous and angry when the people

preferred Water.

Whoosh! Fire rose up angrily running

around tearing up the walls.

Soon, water came in to stop fire, try-

ing to push it down,

It only made the fire angrier,

growing bigger and more intense.

Water had no choice but to call its friends and family.

Water washed up Fire,

Wearing it down to nothing like ashes of the building.

Water and Fire realized that they were not meant to be friends, since they hurt each other.

They realized Water was meant to put out fire while Fire intends to burn and boil.

Most people depend on both Fire and Water, to help them out. But they didn’t realize it…

Just Not yet…

by: Naomi DeJohnette J

Being Lost By Hamza Altamimi

Getting lost anywhere is like looking

for a needle in a hay stack

You don’t know why you’re here

you don’t know why you’ve come

but if you stay here

you know that you’ll be done

As you feel like your nowhere to be found

you find yourself hitting the ground

Going back will not let you go it will just say no

if you stay back you’ll stay in the crack

so what should you do, you don’t know

As you wonder where you are

the fear is biting you in the arm

When your trying to get out of the crack

the hole gets bigger every time you attack

You are lost

you don’t know where you are

As you learn where you’re going,

You are found!

My Hate By: Bruce Ferguson

I have a hate unlike most,

Sometimes you can’t see it,

Its much like a ghost

Most of the time you can

Although I have hate I still pray for

you

My love and hate are so different

yet so alike

My love and my hate constantly

fight

There will always be hate wherever you are

It jumps around from car to car

As it spreads around from Earth to Mars

Just like there’s hate

There’s love

Love can be a thug

It will highjack your happiness

It will build you up to knock you down

Yeah, everyone has hate

But not everyone is cut out for love

But it is not to be compare to my hate

Sometime I wish I was the rain

Falling and running down the sky

Connecting two hearts together

Sometime I wish I was the rain

Falling down the sky on to the human body,

so I could see the person’s feelings

I could even feel the person’s fear

Sometime I wish I was the rain

Sometime I wish I was the rain

Falling down like an eagle to catch a fish

I wish I was one with the rain

I Wish I Was the Rain By Johny Nguyen

The pale

leaf By Jayla Washington

It floats and flies through the night sky

The only light in the dark abyss

Pushed around by the

whispering winds

The moon of the trees

You can see the ghostly glow from miles away

But where does it come from

Does it come from the sun or the moon itself?

Or from the feelings of

everyone else

Or from the love and nature

that it’s given

In none of this lies the answer

It grows from the courage within itself

Standing alone on a single branch

HER She’s sweet as chocolate,

Fun as can be,

Sometimes louder than me

She’s a tough warrior,

She’s such a silly person,

100% real too!!!!!!!

I Love HER to death though Bow, can’t be fooled though,

She might sound sweet

but has a bad attitude,

She’s there for me when I need her the most

I can count on her 4 anything

Her laughs make me the happiest person on Earth

BY ;Vaniah Ezzard

Just a Rainfall

By: Cameron Henderson

Drip, Drip, Drip the rainfall came

like sweat on a hot summer day.

It rained hard with a loud scream.

As the clouds grew grey, children

knew there was no time to play

All day people wondered how bad the rain-

fall would damage the next morning

As it grew bigger & bigger BOM! BOM!

BOM! It gave people a great shiver

As the sky grew, a large tear drop in front of

me. KNOWING this was just the beginning.

Looking out the window, wondering “ When

is it going to stop”? Everyone knew how

bad this rain had dropped .

The wind blew like a whistle sound. The

thunder rumbled as if someone had

stomped, and got in trouble. As rain fell on

different heads, never knowing when it will

end .

Popular By Ashley Esparza

I imagine receiving smiles as

fake as plastic

Having friends who won’t care

about me in a million years

Walking in style but without

dignity

Crying in the darkness when

no one is looking

I am the queen and the school

is my kingdom

I am a beautiful rose in the outside

but an ugly crow in the inside

Sometimes I think I’m loved but I’m

just a mosquito in peoples’ way

When I walk outside I would only

see darkness

Everyone else would see light

The wind would pity me but

no one else would

But I’ll forget about the

horrible thoughts

And be glad I’m me.

Have you heard of it? Do you fit in?

Or do you get called an outcast?

A place where you get judged on

whatever you choose to do. Surprised?

Many people aren’t. I’m not.

How is society? What’s it like?

It’s like a scar. It never leaves. It’s permanent.

Most people think of it as a city filled with

skyscrapers soaring to the sky.

People scattered like ants, cars separating crowds

of people trying to pass by.

What do you get judged on? Why do they do that?

You get judged on your taste of music, style, even

choice.

There are those who standout. So fly so fresh.

Then, the outcasts always getting stepped on

when they try to come out of there shell.

Having fun yet? Are you fitting in?

Or getting tossed around like an old newspaper

on a busy street?

Enjoy your stay.

Society

by Maria Quintero

♦Life♦ By: Esmeralda Perez

“TWEET, TWEET” birds flying

by.

I woke up this morning,

Sun is shining,

The sky is blue

It feels like I can do anything,

I feel free,

Like I can do whatever

The past is behind me,

And the future is ahead of me.

Life is like a cycle,

It happens every day,

Yet each day is different

I feel like I can live up to a

million years,

Life is in the world

Life is full of…

Love, Happiness,

Disappointment,

Adventure, Mystery,

And much more

Don’t waste life,

LIVE IT!!!! Esmeralda Perez

Scars

by: Jennifer Sanchez

Red and puffed up like a clown’s nose.

Texture as soft as powder.

Lighter than a feather,

but mean a billon things.

Says help in so many ways,

yet no one seems to care.

Scars left everywhere.

Fragile as glass. Meaningless to others.

but meaning the world to the owner.

Hurts more than a heartbreak.

People don’t speak about them, but

They say a lot of things.

People slowly giving up,

but staying strong while doing so

No one knows why nor where this happens.

It just does. It ruins a person, but do people say

anything about it?

Scars don’t just ruin skin.

They ruin people.

Have thousands and thousands of stories,

That some people are afraid of,

One scar leaves memories.

Memories that people never forget

The Little Boy

By Danielle Thomas

The little boy’s smile was unforgettable

His smile was like the sun giving us warmth

As I see him grow up more and more

I noticed a twinkle in his eye

Oh the twinkle in his eye was enough

to outshine the stars

Oh yes the twinkle in his eye blossoming

into a rose

I can’t remember the time he lost his teeth

But I will always remember

the twinkle in his eye

He has now grown older,

Smarter, and wiser than ever before

Although now mature I can still see

that twinkle in his eye

From the time he was six , he always gave off

a mysterious glow

I could always tell

when he is hiding a secret

because his eyes gave off a twinkle

Oh the twinkle in his eye’s

made the moon shine

Oh the twinkle in his eye’s

Even made the stars giggle

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