You walk with your head held high,
Eyes scanning the world from a distance,
Judging silently, but with a sharp gaze,
Thinking you are above, better, more deserving,
Looking down on others as if they are less,
But have you ever wondered what it\u2019s like,
To truly see beyond the surface,
To understand the depth of the lives you pass by?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You measure worth by standards you\u2019ve set,
By the clothes they wear, the words they speak,
By the way they carry themselves through life,
But life is more than appearances,
More than the labels you so easily assign,
There\u2019s a story in every pair of eyes,
A struggle, a triumph, a journey unknown,
That you miss when you only look down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What does it cost to see someone\u2019s heart,
To recognize the value in their existence,
To understand that everyone you encounter,
Is fighting a battle you know nothing about?
Your habit of looking down blinds you,
It shields you from the beauty of diversity,
From the richness of human experience,
From the lessons that only humility can teach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You may think you\u2019re strong, untouchable,
But in truth, it\u2019s the walls you\u2019ve built,
That keep you from connecting,
From truly understanding the world around you,
For in your arrogance, you lose the chance,
To grow, to learn, to become more than you are,
You miss the opportunity to see,
That everyone has something to offer,
Even those you deem unworthy of your time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What if you looked at the world differently?
Not from above, but side by side,
What if you walked in their shoes,
Even for a moment, even for a day?
You\u2019d find that the things you judge so harshly,
Are often masks for pain, for dreams unfulfilled,
For hopes that have yet to be realized.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The truth is, no one is truly above another,
We all walk this earth with equal value,
Different paths, different struggles, but the same humanity,
And in recognizing that, you might find,
That you\u2019ve missed out on connections,
On friendships that could have enriched your life,
On lessons that could have softened your heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So take a moment, pause and reflect,
On the habit that keeps you isolated,
On the pride that blinds you to the worth of others,
For the more you look down, the less you see,
The less you grow, the less you truly live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Remember, the greatest strength lies in humility,
In understanding that we are all flawed,
That we all have value, that we all belong,
So let go of the need to judge, to compare,
And instead, look at the world with open eyes,
With compassion, with respect, with kindness,
For in lifting others up, you rise too,
And the world becomes a richer, more beautiful place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
walking shadow poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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