you are my sweetest downfall

I want to march because I want to be able to walk home at night without being afraid of rape. I want to march because I am fed up of being judged based on how I dress. I want to march because I have had three men force themselves upon me in some way or other and each time I left blaming myself. I want to march because I cannot leave the house without being harassed by several men. I want to march because I feel the need to protest to these strangers that I am a lesbian in the hope they will leave me alone (even though I am actually bisexual, I am just scared of them). I want to march because I have been followed down the street by the same men who insist I “just need a good cock”. I want to march because my parents tell me that “if [I] dress like a slut, then [I am] asking for it”. I want to march because I believe that I am the only one with the rights to my body. I want to march because I have many male friends who restore my faith in the male gender, but do not understand that I have to think about rape on a daily basis. I want to march against every man who thinks that grabbing girls on the street outside clubs is in any way acceptable. I want to march for the male victims who suffer in silence. I want to march for every single time I have been terrified of rape. I want to march because I am glad I have not had a worse experience than my current ones. I want to march in case one day I do.