Language

My Home town I took the picture.

It’s the comfort with language I have sometimes,
I am so used to the language I speak and what has been spoken,
The voice and language I have,
When I try to speak another language I feel l am sailing away from my home,
The language I speak is all I have,
Isn’t it dreadful to lose one’s identity?
So I hold dear to the language I speak,
The accent I have is part of where I am from, I cannot let it go,
It’s where I belong and it’s where I’ll return, it’s my life, my home, my world, and if I lose it I lose myself.