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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.
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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
by Isiah Smith
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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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