In que

I'm standing here
Way down deep in the line
I can see you
Greeting each one warmly, consciously
The line moving
My smile turning to frown
I'm not any closer
What? Where's the bouncer?
Who are these people
Who have time with your heart before me?

Pieces of me...

There are pieces of me scattered all about the web.

So many so, I can't keep it straight in my head.

A blog just for writing about serious things.

A myspace page just to make the phone ring

at the radio station where I get my grind on.

A FaceBook page to get my networking on.

A blog dedicated to weight I haven't lost

This blog here dedicated to trials of being the boss

of my business, my house, myself

you'd think that's enough, but there are still more left.

A Ning group for my middle, high school and college

Another for sewing, being haute and Muslims dropping knowledge.

Yet another blog about siblings I'm half searching for

But all of it at times is a bore.

Because scattered about are these pieces of me

Never sharing enough for you to really see

who I am and who I really want to be.