.my Heart Is Native Poem by Adeline Foster
.my Heart Is Native
.My Heart Is Native
An Indian maid with long plaited hair
Indian tunes crooning through the air
Could not I be she?
My heart is native.
A bare-foot black girl on coral sand
Holding a conk shell in burnished hand
Could not I be she?
My heart is native.
A snow-block home by an open flame
An Inuit child with an Inuit name
Could not I be she?
My heart is native.
Under the skin are we not the same
Just being people no matter the name
Could not that be we
When hearts are native?
We are the same inside – in our divine and godlike nature: the lonely souls, strangers in the universe, the little drops in the Causal Ocean, the pure particles of Absolute. A brilliant thoughtful piece of poetry. Thank you for your wisdom, Adeline.
Nice stanzas and amazing views of watching the nature that is called really native thanks for sharing 10+
Tender and calm poem about our unity and common values in hearts.
We are all one big puzzle, embrace diversity and let the pieces come together, because with pieces missing we will never see the big picture. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Adeline, we are all different, but still the same. Phyllis
under the skin we are all the same. We all came here and will leave the same way. We are all GOD'S creation. nice poem
very touching a great and wonderful write............delivers........ a great message...lovely
Very moving... You are a great writer, I read some of your other poems as well, this is my favorite - Trav
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 6:49:36 AM # 1.0.0
whatta lovely poem.,