let me be

“dear god,” she prayed,

“let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.

let me be gay;
let me be sad.
let me be cold;
let me be warm.
let me be hungry
have too much to eat.
let me be ragged
or well dressed.
let me be sincere
be deceitful.
let me be truthful;
let me be a liar.
let me be honorable
and let me sin.

only let me be something every blessed minute.

and when i sleep,
let me dream all the time
so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”

:: betty smith

from
a tree grows in brooklyn

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