Dirt Feet
My hair is long,
From neglected times gone
My eyes are red,
Watering the African Violets
In my head
My heart is heavy,
Listening for sounds,
Memories not ready
My feet are bare,
Together a pair
How rare the sweet smell,
Of wet, black soil,
Caught between my toes
No longer without a care
Dear Dr. Seuss
Published by natasha devalia
Author Poetry and Art books: ‘Tears and Grape Seeds’ 2025, ‘one touch of the rope’, 2024 and ‘Unseen Veins’, 2023
Zambian of South Asian descent, living in Thailand.
I write poetry, perform, and I’m currently an MFA (painting) student. The themes of my art whether expressed through movement, poetry, painting or as interdisciplinary forms include identity, belonging, mental health and family life.
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Natasha Devalia 
It’s very touching.
Proud of you both.
If not the earth, feed from the sea. Enjoy your time and see you soon!
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Thanks Marwan. I’m having a fantastic time here.
It’s a really good drawing by Liu Yan! I look forward to more of her work.
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