I don’t have much beliefs about language, although there is a lot that I don’t believe. I don’t believe language is the best way we communicate, we communicate in a few ways language is least important in that factor. I don’t believe language is a way to bring people together i think language sets people apart. When you’re trying your best to share your ideas and feelings and you get a response of “I don’t really speak your language”. that moment of discouragement  because your words were dragging your ideas down . Even now writing this I feel a small burning in my chest as if I know exactly what I want to say, It’s in my head, I feel it but nobody really understands my language. I believe language can tear humans away from each other, many of us won’t even try to communicate or reach out to someone who speaks a different language. Language bears judgement, I’ll be the first to admit I judged peoples intelligence on their language, I didn’t notice that me spoon feeding words into the the Spanish speaking school janitors mouth was to me, trying to understand her. Yet I was treating her as if she was a toddler, when in reality this woman’s knowledge surpasses mine and just lacked translation. I never know this until I seen my great grandma being spoon fed the same way and each word increased a rage in her so powerful, yet she would still be seen as less to have given them a  piece of her mind in Spanish. I thanked my school janitor after that day for being so patient with my ignorance, i thanked her not with words but with treating her with the same respect I would treat my grandmother. I believe language scares people, I mean imagine being in the room where the only person who understands you is you. You can feel the judgment radiating off your peers and you want to tell them to stop, you want to tell them you’re normal, because although they can’t tell you how they think their blank stares, hand movements and slow speaking says it all. You’d feel the rush of embarrassment and shame flow through your body at once making your cheeks feverish and before you know it your tears are doing the talking for you, in a language everyone can understand. Language is dangerous, Not being able to have people understand you, it can be as dangerous as getting kicked off your flight for speaking Arabic in a plane full of Americans who look at you and with their whispers and staring you know the language of fear.