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.

15 April 2006

I go for a walk

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

العربيّة

this is an arabic translation of the poem i wrote called "arabic"

العربيّة
في المغرب
يكتبون باستخدام اللّغة العربيّة
أعداد و العربيّة.
و في أمريكا
و في مكتب أبي
يكتبون يستعملون لغة
أعداد و العربيّة.
لذلك سوف لدىني بعض أيضا بأمل المغرب على المدرسة
يمكن أن أكاتب العربيّة أعدادا و ملك لذاكرة.
كتبت أستعمل لغة العربيّة.
تكلمت أستعمل لغة العربيّة.
يقول أبي يمكن أن أحضر وظيفة مدهشة,.
بسبب يمكن أن أتكلم العربيّةو ( أحب قبل )
أقول, يجب ( يكون ذلك رهيب اضطر بأن قاتل إرهابيين
لا أتمنى بأن أعرف أي.
إن كل أصدقائي العربيّة لطيفون.
لا أريد بأن أعش مع الضرر أمريكا.
هل سوف يحتك علي عن أيضا?

Not in the Mood, Arabic

not in the mood
oh, i don't feel like writing poetry today
can i leave that in my past
too much effort
and i am hungry
but we don't eat for another two hours
so i'm leaving for the market to get a snack
but i think i'll stop by the boy instead

Explanation about the 2:30 am post:
Yeah that wasn't really me. LOL. I had sent it to Sam, my guide or whatever, and she said she was starting a blog for me and that was the first post, so I said that was fine. Where she is/the school is it was 5:30 PM the previous day, so I am NOT staying up late writing poetry again, Mum, if you're reading this...

arabic
in morocco
they write using the arabic language
and arabic numerals
and in america
and in my dad's office
they write using the english language
and arabic numerals
so hopefully i'll still have some of morroco at school
i can write my arabic numerals and remember
i once wrote using the arabic language
i once spoke using the arabic language
i could get an amazing job, my father says
because i can speak arabic and english (just like him)
i say, that must suck, having to fight terrorists
i don't wish to know any
and all my arabic friends are nice
i don't want to live with the prejudice of america
will it rub off on me too?

14 April 2006

Cross-Country Trip, Army Brat

cross-country trip
mum says
you are going to tour the us before you arrive
it will be an experience
we want you to see where your father is from
before i can protest
my dad says harper this is the chance of a lifetime
i've never even seen all fifty states
you're even bypassing ca and seeing hawaii and alaska
yes it is the chance of a lifetime
but why can't they come too?

army brat
friend one says you get whatever you want
friend two calls me an army brat
friend three complains she'll be stuck here her whole life
i've only been to france, i protest, and i hated it
living here is much better
and my dad's in the foreign service, not the army
but the one good thing about a cross-country tour is
i might see a mockinbird
a real, live mockingbird
the kind i was named after
harper lee simmons

Sisters, Writing School

Sisters
Samantha asks have you seen The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
Yes, I say
I read about it online
And I made the bookstore owner order it for me
I had to remind him five times
But it finally arrived
And the next one
And the next
And I fell in love
And I wanted a sisterhood of my own

----------------------
Writing School
Samantha writes letters to her dead mum
Kira and Linsi do the newspaper
Marie and Molly write songs
Kailey writes stories
It seems like a writing school
I write poetry
I fit in

Battlefield

and i can't hack my way through thebattlefield...

someone said


change will be good


meet new friends


forget the past


what past?


do I have a past to forget?


so far my life has been good


now it's all tumbleweeds and overgrown grass


and i can't hack my way through the battlefield


and i feel like i'm falling apart


and is moving away the way to put me back together


if that's what's ruined me in the first place?





Acceptance Letter and random poems to friends

Miss Colleen B.
Shoreline Private Boarding School
OWT Program
3174 N. Shoreline Boulevard
Shoreline, CA 94043


Harper Lee Simmons
MY ADDRESS WAS HERE
Morocco

Dear Harper,

Congratulations on your acceptance to the Our World Today (OWT) program! As you already know, OWT is an exclusive and competitive program that receives thousands of applicants per year. The following letter contains information about your acceptance:
You are being sponsored by the head teacher, Miss Colleen B. The students refer to her as MB. Your term will begin in May. The "OWT girls", as they like to call themselves, are hosting a May Fair on May 20 to honour your acceptance and arrival.
Your arrival is set via airplane and ground travel starting May 1. Please make arrangements with parents, friends, and relatives to send any mail starting on this day to:
Shoreline Private Boarding School
OWT Program
Attention: Harper Simmons
3174 N. Shoreline Blvd
Shoreline, CA 94043
We have also provided you with a Shoreline email address. Please go to www.shoreline.edu/webmailsetup/ to activate your account. Your class code is XXXXXXXXX and your password is XXXXXXXXXXXXX. Your identity is Harper Lee Simmons. Please refer to MB or your student guide for information on the OWT forums and website.
As you were aware of when you applied for the program, the OWT term runs year-round. There is a three-week break between each term. Terms are Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer. During the Summer term, which is actually the heaviest term, we take many field trips.
[A bunch of other stuff about the school year]
Your student guide will be Samantha Parkington. She can be reached via thatannoyinggroupie on both the forums and email or call our phone number and ask for extension SAMP. Please contact her to find out more information or to make special arrangements, or just to ask questions. Her job is to make you comfortable.
If you wish to join the Shoreline Student (OWT's newspaper), please visit its website.
etc, etc
Sincerely,
the principal or whatever

Note left on kitchen table:
Dear Mum and Dad, I went over to the market because I wanted to get some snacks as we obviously have none left in the pantry again. See note of acceptance and thank you for your lovely submission of the application without my permission, but it really does sound like a great school and I am excited except I will miss you. - HARPER PS: I actually filled out the application and sent it in but you know what I mean. I was going to add another essay.

Poem left for THE BOY on his doorstep on "the way to the market":
Me,
harper lee
famous author
does it matter?
for which we call a rose by any other name
would smell as sweet

Me,
harper simmons
skipping town
going on an adventure
all the way to america
leaving you

Me,
harper someone
confused, wondering why I'm going away
is education really that important
deny thy father and refuse thy name
and i'll no longer be a capulet

I haven't seen the boy since. I've been too busy packing and getting my accounts and visas ready. I'm excited, I am. It's just... weird. I've wanted this boarding school ever since I read about it in American Doll a year ago and I finally got it and now I don't know if it's what's for me.

Letter to my friends to be mailed on my last day:
GIRLFRIENDS
missing you already
feeling you holding me
that last hug was so sweet
chocolate chip cookies straight from the oven
lemonade on a hot summer day
(or any moroccan day for that matter)
wondering if you really care
or were the cookies burnt
look soft but really aren't
did you make the lemonade too sour
or are you pretending you don't care
so i don't have to
are you being crisp on the outside and
warm-gooey-soft on the inside
sugar snuck into the lemonade
i'd rather we just let it all spill out
we don't have that much time left to share