WINTER 2014
Magazine
Moore VOICE Where Students Are Heard
The Winter Lyric CAFÉ
Just a Rainfall
Society A Unified Nation Summer Storm
Nelson Mandela Reflections
Aries for Life
Today’s Trouble
A Beautiful Day
Making School Count
Leadership Today ANCHORED IN EXCELLENCE 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 diligently 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 committed 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 Shanya Hatten
Khadijatou Manjang
Together Everyone
Calvin Davis
Accomplishes More
Herbert Zelaya
Destiny Gilbert-Parker
The Publishing Team
Vanzella Onuoha, Publishing & Literacy Coach
Literacy Begins Early 6th, 7th, and 8th Grade Reading List Located on Moore School Website www.mooremiddleschool.org
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.
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 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, only for a moment, for but the freedom of everyone who looked like I did. That is when I joined the Afwith freedom comes rican National Congress, and that is when the hunger for my own freedom became the greater hunger for the freedom of my people. It was this desire for the responsibilities, and I freedom of my people to live their lives with dignity and self-respect that anidare not linger, for my 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 long walk is not yet husband into a man without a home, that forced a life-loving man to live like a ended. It was only when I began to learn that my boyhood freedom was an illusion, when I discovered as a young man that my freedom had already been taken from me, that I began to hunger for it. At first, as a student, I wanted freedom 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 Johannesburg, 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 obstructed in a lawful life.
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 oppressed 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.
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
A Beautiful Day by Isiah Smith 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
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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, trying 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
I Wish I Was the Rain By Johny Nguyen 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
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 rainfall 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.
Society by Maria Quintero 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.
♦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
Esmeralda Perez
Don’t waste life,
LIVE IT!!!!
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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