I\u2019ve outgrown many things,
And it\u2019s not that I\u2019m better than anyone else,
It\u2019s just that I\u2019ve learned to let go of what no longer feels like home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown relatives who are quick to point fingers,
Quick to criticize,
But somehow, they never show up when I need a hand.
You know those people who only call when it\u2019s convenient for them?
Yeah, I\u2019ve outgrown that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown women who smile to my face,
But behind closed doors,
They celebrate my failures like it\u2019s a national holiday.
I don\u2019t need masked friendships
Keep your fake kindness; I\u2019ve got no room for it here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown friends who can\u2019t clap for me,
Who stay silent when I win,
Because their silence says more than words ever could.
If you can\u2019t celebrate with me,
You don\u2019t deserve a seat at my table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown people who disappear the moment life gets heavy,
Like shadows running from the dark.
They\u2019re there when it\u2019s sunny,
But gone when the rain comes.
And I\u2019ve learned I don\u2019t need fair-weather people in my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown gossip the whispers that fill the air with poison.
I don\u2019t have time for those who tear others down,
Because honestly, lifting myself up is hard enough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown those shallow, forced conversations,
The ones that feel more like a chore than a connection.
If we can\u2019t talk about dreams, struggles, or something real,
I\u2019d rather not talk at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown the need to make everyone happy.
Man, that one took me a while.
But I\u2019ve learned,
No matter how much you bend,
You\u2019ll never please everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown the doubts that used to scream in my mind,
The insecurities that chained me to the ground.
They don\u2019t live here anymore
I evicted them,
And let me tell you, it feels good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown anything that dims my light,
Be it habits, people, or places.
If it doesn\u2019t bring me peace,
It\u2019s not worth my time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown the spaces that suffocate me,
Where I\u2019m just surviving,
Barely breathing.
Now I\u2019m choosing places where I can thrive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown the need to fit into a box.
Those labels?
They don\u2019t define me.
I\u2019m writing my own story now,
And it\u2019s messy, but it\u2019s mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown holding on to things that hurt,
Clinging to people who drain me,
Because letting go isn\u2019t weakness
It\u2019s strength.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown the fear of standing alone.
I used to be so afraid of solitude,
But now I see,
Sometimes, standing alone is where you find your power.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown pretending
Pretending to be okay,
Pretending to be someone I\u2019m not.
Now, I\u2019m peeling back the layers,
And what\u2019s underneath?
It\u2019s real. It\u2019s raw. It\u2019s me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And let me tell you,
The freedom is unmatched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve outgrown so many things,
But what I\u2019ve stepped into
It\u2019s light.
It\u2019s peace.
It\u2019s me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And for the first time in a long time,
I feel free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is my growth.
This is my story.
And I\u2019m not done yet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by walking shadow poetry kenya<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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