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Mar 2014
I wish someone would want all of me.

Instead of the bits and pieces they decided to cut out and frame.

I wish they saw what I see.

but they didn't see my sadness my failure or my shame.

I wish i could believe

if the day came

that what I see and what they saw
were one and the same.
this poem is a reflection of what I think of myself.
Georgiana Banks
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Georgiana Banks  Washington
(Washington)   
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