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 Eyes" by Peter Gabriel

love I get so lost, sometimes


days pass and this emptiness fills my heart


when I want to run away


I drive off in my car


but whichever way I go


I come back to the place you are



all my instincts, they return


and the grand facade, so soon will burn


without a noise, without my pride


I reach out from the inside



in your eyes


the light the heat


in your eyes


I am complete


in your eyes


I see the doorway to a thousand churches


in your eyes


the resolution of all the fruitless searches


in your eyes


I see the light and the heat


in your eyes


oh, I want to be that complete


I want to touch the light


the heat I see in your eyes



love, I don't like to see so much pain


so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away


I get so tired of working so hard for our survival


I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive



and all my instincts, they return


and the grand facade, so soon will burn


without a noise, without my pride


I reach out from the inside



in your eyes


the light the heat


in your eyes


I am complete


in your eyes


I see the doorway to a thousand churches


in your eyes


the resolution of all the fruitless searches


in your eyes


I see the light and the heat


in your eyes


oh, I want to be that complete


I want to touch the light,


the heat I see in your eyes


in your eyes in your eyes


in your eyes in your eyes


in your eyes in your eyes

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