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.

24 April 2006

in your arms

i rushed to you
but instead of making myself uncomfortable
you made me welcome
and i melted in your arms
and you held me there
and i didn't want to let go
and i did,
but you didn't want to let go either
so maybe that's why you've been talking to me all this time.
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1 comment:

The Shoreline Student said...

No I'm sure he's not
Perhaps
Give him a break
and find out
you're missing him like crazy

maybe you're just taking it for granted
i wish i could do that
so just step backk and give a hug
or kiss
some beautiful thought

15/5/06 20:18

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