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Language ~by Emir Sahin

  • Palabras Con Alas
  • Feb 22, 2023
  • 1 min read

Every word tells a story

A story that lives within me.


Every sound carries a breath

The breaths of those who came before me.


So many hopes, so many dreams

Float through my consciousness’ streams


As I ponder then pause then ponder again

And pick the proper words to pen.


For language is not a mere jumble of letters and sounds

It is where civilization and life itself abounds.


It is a crime to copy another writer’s words

The word for that crime is plagiarism, or so I’ve heard.


So would it be a crime too, then, if I lost my mother tongue

And depended on another to fill my thoughts and lungs?


Surely the history, the memories would feel betrayed

If I lost sight of their value and let them fade


For my identity and my language are one and the same

And if I forgot the latter then I’d forget the meaning of my own name.

 
 
 

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