Today I went down to HIS house... yes I've been there before but I've actually caught the streetcar and didn't walk until today, even though he lives on my street. Just so you understand the poems.
Dead Poet Society
Today I am beautiful
Long flowing pink skirt
Dead poet society
Today I actually ring his doorbell
And don’t run away before it’s answered
I stand there, but of course, he isn’t home.
Expectations
"Do you want to stay over for dinner?"
Really, I would, but I have to go…
"Well… I’ll see you at school then."
If you want you can come back over to my house
If you don’t mind stopping over at the family friends’
"No, I don’t mind"
We have a swing and snacks you could munch on
Reality
"Hello, Dad, can you come here?"
Hi, is the boy home?
"No he isn’t"
Well can you give this to him then?
"Sure"
"Hi," his dad says
He knows who I am
I explain: I copied a CD for him and
I figured I’d drop it off since I was around here
By this point my voice has dropped off
"Okay"
I didn’t realize how much of a walk that really was
And when I call his phone it’s his sister who answered
And it makes me wonder where he really is
And it makes me wonder who he really is
And it makes me wonder who I really am
“Remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. “Your father’s right,” she said. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy . . . but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”~Harper Lee
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.
C'est Moi
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