My first language is English. It matters not what my ethnic heritage is or is not. I did not choose for it to be. I was born into an English speaking family.
English, according to linguistics scholars, is a Western Germanic language on the family tree of all languages. It also uses core words originating in Latin, French, Norse, and others through acts of (brutal) Colonialism.
I am also aware that English is also contended as the “lingua franca”, the first globalized linguistic strategy of humans, but I would argue against that as a good thing, as I would argue against the validity of globalization itself. Diversity IS life.
Many of my neologisms originate in root Indo-European languages, Proto Indo-European (PIE) being a reconstructed version (by scholars) of the most ancient. Proto can be seen as a mother language. Languages that have evolved from PIE are Latin, French, German, Norse, also Celtic, Greek, Indo-Iranian, Hindi, Sanskrit (where revived), and many more.
I don’t feel I can move too far away, chiefly for reasons of appropriation. But PIE, I believe, allows some scale of unity across many modern languages, while still respecting there are magnificent branches, such as the great Afro-Asiatic (Semitic, Egyptian, Berber), Sino-Tibetan, Quechuan, Pama-Nyugan languages, et al, which have evolved freely.
PIE reflects, to some extent, the waves of migrations integral to Europe that brought me to the English language. More have come, and will continue to come, and this IS a good thing. Diversity is beautiful.
Meanwhile, my words are simply offerings, and in the spirit of Spring Theory.