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.

31 August 2008

College?!

the dorm room
my body tightens up, twists, refuses
this space is much too small
squeezed, smushed, shocked.
how could I have refused to remember it
this way?
why did I imagine such a large
expanse of freedom?
I relax
breathe in, breathe out
I don't remember
all the shelving units
all the room for all my stuff
all the expansiveness
how this one tiny space
can contain my entire life.

i miss you by miley cyrus
i used to call you my angel
and now that holy presence
is totally lacking
i feel slightly lost

i feel free
i am able to live the way i want
and you,
you are still there
we exist now,
as two separate beings
who are innately,
totally, inexplicably,
still one.

i know
(written in the style of sonya sones)
i know exactly what you are doing
(well, maybe not exactly)
but you're probably walking into your classroom
and wondering where the other resident is
or you're not wondering
because you don't want to acknowledge it.
i realize this is typical,
and i kind-of chuckle to myself.
at least things are going as planned,
even if we're not doing them together.

i know, part 2
i know
you.
i know, you read everything i send
i know, your world is really small now
i know, both our worlds can contract
and expand at the same time.
i know
we're going to grow
i know
we're not going to get lost
i know, we're going to be fine.
i know, i am happy.

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