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Fuck you

Fuck you, is the most powerful word I know.

I was acquainted with the word at a very young age from movies. madafaka, motherfucker, was the most vile insult kids in my neighborhood use. of course we did not know what it meant.

As I grew, I learnt the true meaning of the word. It was still used as an insult and a swear word. the middle finger was, and still is, a common thing. I was shown and showed people the middle finger, sometimes teasing and other times as the worst insult I could muster in the moment.

Recently, I have acquired a taste in spoken word poetry. Poems always bring me to another level of being. It weaves words together into beautiful music. They explain and glorify things that are not usually celebrated. Things like suicide, depression, OCD, violence, but also love, companionship and independence.

Poets use Fuck you, to relay strong emotions. Love, Heartbreak, Annoyance and many more.

Every time I hear the phrase in a poem, I get goosebumps; sometimes I even cry. It feels like something once missing is finally there, like i can understand where the poet is coming from putting those words together.

A friend of mine once tried to stop cursing, but some words just can't be contained- like Fuck. I have decided to stop limiting the words I can or cannot say simply because society labels them as swear words. I will say Fuck you, shit, damn, cunt and whatever word meant to be disgusting or disrespectful whenever I want to.

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