I'm Gonna March!

I’m gonna march…

I’m gonna march until everyone listens

I’m going to march until everything changes

I’m going to march cos I fucking have to

I feel no shame saying I’m a survivor

I will be heard and fight hard for justice
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When I march, I march proud
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I march for the women whose lives have been stolen

I march against the monsters that took them

I reclaim the night and everything they’ve taken

I reclaim my power, my freedom, my voice

I reclaim quiet streets and isolated bus stops

I reclaim my childhood
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And my friend she says “It's not that deep”

And my teacher says “it’s time to move on”

And my mother says “why’re you so quiet”

And my brother says “why’re you so angry”

And Robin Thicke’s on the radio singing

“I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

You’re a good girl”
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Nah

I’m gonna march

I’m gonna march and scream and shout and rage

I’m gonna march cos I will never stay quiet

I’m gonna march because I’m sick of it all

I want everyone to know how angry I am

About the lies he told that everyone believed
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When I march I march ugly
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I march for the girl that you wouldn’t let leave

And for all of the women who’ve lost their lives
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I call back fragmented parts of myself

I call back my body, my soul and my mind

I reclaim dark woods and empty car parks

I reclaim the word NO
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And the cops say “ You seem a little bit confused”

And the doctor says “Why on earth are you laughing”

And the news says “he’s a clever young man”

And the judge says “let’s not ruin his career”

And there’s kids dancing on Britain's Got Talent to

“I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

You’re a good girl”
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Nah mate

I’m gonna march

I’m gonna march because I have survived

I'm gonna march cos you made me feel weak

And if I don’t march I think I’ll collapse

I want everyone to know you are not who they think

I want everyone to know the monster you are
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When I march I march strong
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I march for the women who started this movement

I march for the children yet to be born

I reclaim connection, community, belonging

I reclaim my skin, my mouth and my thighs

I reclaim small tents and relaxing in bed

I reclaim the word YES
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And the head says “focus on your exams”

And my counsellor says “it’s so good to talk”

And CAMHS they say “you talk too much”

And my sister says “we can trust the police”

And her boyfriend is sitting in our kitchen humming

“I know you want it

I know you want it

I know you want it

You’re a good girl”
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Fuck that

I’m gonna march

I’m gonna march because this is my body

I am going to march because I am not prey

I’m gonna keep marching till everything changes

If I can’t put this somewhere I can’t carry on

You had power then but not anymore
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When I march I march loud
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I march for the women still trapped in the violence

I march for the children too little to speak

I reclaim innocence, unity and joy

I reclaim my smile, my space and my life

I reclaim my home and dangerous busses

I reclaim myself with all of my wounding
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It’s my turn to speak “I will heal in my own time”

And “Laughter is part of how I survive”

And “What about my fucking promising career”

And “This goes deeper than you’ll ever know”

And it's my turn to sing and I’m singing these words

“I know what I want, I know what I want, I know what I want

I’m a good woman and good women march”

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