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.

19 April 2006

My Teacher is a Werewolf


I
A
M
ANGRY

Just in case you wanted to know.
We had everything planned out
and now you're just in the way.
How can we do it when our teacher is a werewolf on the loose?
You are following me everywhere.
It's disgusting
I dont' care if you want to know if I'm mad
Of course I'm mad
And you don't have to fake a smile
Cos I know what's going on
How can we do it if Professor Lupin can bite anyone in sight?
I used to think you were like Lupin
I used to think you were special
But now you're just following with those fake
Rabid smiles
I just hope it's only
Because you forgot to take your potion
How can we do it when we don't have a time machine?
I want to go back and re-organize
Show you what we have planned
All your questions are answered
If you'd only take a look
How can we do it, Hermione?
I would love for him to ask me that
Maybe then I'll think of an answer

Note: In case you didn't figure it out, the name of the poem is "My Teacher is a Werewolf" and it starts with the line "I AM ANGRY!"
Background to this poem: After the Incident with Someone whose name will not be mentioned, she was following us, I swear. And it was annoying. And I had that song in my head and it fit. It's just like it seems like a great idea, but everything is getting in the way and I just wish we could go back and fix it and make everything we presented more organized. Instead we are stuck with this mess.

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