Language Privilege

My Language, Built from My heritage

My people, my way to interact with the world!

My language keeps growing, keep changing

Keeping up with modern day chattels

It is a reflection of myself

My character and my growth

Let me appreciate my language

And ‘right words’ and both.

My language is a process of free creation

Though its laws and principles fixed

It’s used at my own discretion

Even the interpretation is mixed

My language is the blood of the soul

Where my thoughts bloom and grow

My language my headway, my unraveling

It tells me which way I should go ….