"I know what it's about.
It's just as much the rise as it is the fury of the crash.
It's truly understanding hen you have nothing to lose.
It's the passion of young kids with rocks and bats wearing football helmets chanting and screaming with tears in their eyes and lumps in their throats for equality and for what's right.
It's shameless.
It's the one thing you can comfortably say you'll never, ever regret.
It's the shiver down the spine the first time you draw a big fat X on the back of your hand.
It's what propels the words "fuck it" out of your mouth and through your teeth when throwing caution and your heart into the wind.
It's the tears that well up when you hear the words "I did this all for you".
It's the moment you lose all composure when you're lying face to face on a bed in a dark room and you say "I love you so fucking hard" and doing your best to push that feeling on to their lips with the passion and intensity of nothing you could ever read in any book.
It's racing through the streets so fast your eyes become slits and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
It's alone nights when you turn off the tv, sit back into the couch, spread your arms out and say, "I am the luckiest person alive."
It's responding with the word "awesome" when asked how you've been...and knowing you've never been more sure of anything else in your life.
It's laughing in the faces of everyone who thought you would have thrown in the towel by now.
It's the light that shines from your best friend's face the moment they realize you are doing your best at being the best friend you could possibly be.
It's being born under a bad sign into a broken family into a broken life and having the ability to look in the mirror while brushing your teeth and truly understanding you live a blessed and beautiful life despite what was expected of you.
It's being ugly inside but fighting it tooth and nail everyday with pure and radiant intentions.
It's making mistakes and realizing that for each and every mistake you made that you've given yourself one more chance to start over.
It's beating the odds.
It's taking the wrench over the belt, because fuck them.
It's going outside and feeling the sun on your face because some little girl is lying in a hospital bed dying from cancer at this very moment and would kill for what you take for granted.
It's knowing how to live a wonderful life without sacrificing the happiness of another.
It's taking pride in the friends you have because they are better and faster and cleaner and more authentic than you will ever be.
It's because you know that you always surround yourself with inspiration and motivation.
It's in the moment of freedom you feel when you stand a bit taller and raise your chest and chin because you know none of these fuckers have killed you yet...
because no matter how hard they tried to break you and smudge you and hate you and make you feel guilty for your life you know that your heart has taken everything they had.
Every word.
Every "I don't love you anymore".
Every "You won't make it".
Every "You're too ugly"...
and you kept marching to the sound of grinding teeth, the steps of your two feet that somehow kept moving and the pounding of your golden heart.
Because we're all still here.
You. Me. Us. All of us.
Marching.
Together.
No matter what these fuckers have thrown.
You go down swinging.
Because I would for each and every one of you.
And that's what it's about.
The spirit of the Fuck You."
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