About Me

Hi, I'm Harper Lee Simmons. It's pronounced Har-peh, because my dad's from the south. He's a foreign service agent from the US; my mom's a professor from Morocco. I grew up dividing my time between Rabat, Casablanca, and the countryside, with occasional trips to France. (I speak Arabic, French, and, yes, English.) I was born in Morocco but spent my first year or two in the States to get some fancy medical treatments. Mom and I and my brother and sister usually hang out at home while Dad's away on business. I have a younger brother, Will, and a younger sister, Charlotte. Dad named us all after his "heroes of literature": Nelle Harper Lee, William Shakespeare, and Charlotte Bronte. Mom and us kids are Muslim and Dad's a Baptist. He met my mother on an assignment and hasn't been able to get his heart away from Morocco since. Now I'm in the States attending a boarding school. I got detained after a fifty-state whirlwind tour, probably because of my religion. Living at "home" has been difficult to adjust to, but I'm getting there. With some help from my wonderful teacher and new friends, my United States citizenship has become something tangible. Oh, and I'm a poet. Yeah, I might not be your typical American Girl... but I think that's something I can live with.

20 April 2006

For the people I love

forgiveness

today was the happiest day
the look of surprise on your face
was the greatest look i've ever seen
though i think you appreciated what we did
and you said we reminded you of you
and believe me,
the only time i've ever been complimented like that before
was when someone else gave me a one-minute speech on why he admired me
and i wanted to say,
is that all you think of me?
even if it is,
that’s an awfully nice friendship beginning.

leather pants are not acceptable

please.

if you are a guy,
leather pants are not acceptable.
especially if they are tight,
especially if they are worn with a spiked collar and bracelet,
especially if they are worn with a matching leather vest,
especially if you are wearing makeup

i don’t care what the hell you are doing
i don’t care if you are in a play
seriously
stripper-monkey costumes are not for good boys-next-door
and besides
i like the nerd look on you
but i'm a bit disturbed by how it sort-of didn’t disturb me
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