What is mine, theif?

Love. Child. Parent. Sibling, female. Friend. Belief. Country. Belongings. Time. Children. Lovers. Grandparents. Two thieves, or three? Just one? Never. A language, this one, forced upon us in a selfish attempt of theft, left me no regard to survive. Like a child, pitchered, with another from negative in with negativity, negatively by men and women speaking other languages yet using the same alphabet; with or without diacritical notated.

Hateful are speakers of this language.