IF I WOKE UP AS HER

IF I WOKE AS HER

If I woke up as her,
the morning light would feel different—
as if even the sun took a moment
to appreciate the quiet strength that often goes unnoticed.

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I’d look in the mirror,
not to ponder what’s changed,
but to pay tribute to what’s been faced—
the women of generations past
who’ve borne entire nations and still managed
to smile in the midst of storms.

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Every step would resonate with history—
echoes of lullabies and the pain of labor,
love letters penned in sacrifice,
dreams put on hold but never erased.

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The air might carry a taste of resilience,
the kind that blooms from struggle and faith—
women who bend but don’t break,
showing the world what true grace under pressure looks like.

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By the time dusk arrives, I’d realize—
to walk as her
is to embody the very heartbeat of humanity.

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A rhythm both strong and delicate,
a reminder that every new day owes something
to a woman who wouldn’t give up.

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To all the mothers, sisters, and daughters—
you are the poetry the world keeps rewriting,
and the reason love still has a place in our hearts.

© Nelly Vee

Prompt: Response to P.O.P.S. Daily Prompt #83 — Reaction Prompt: Ever wondered what it’s really like to walk in someone else’s shoes—literally? If you suddenly woke up in the body of the opposite sex…

(Dedicated to the Mothers, the Daughters, the Women Who Carry the World)