Back to basics #BarWoWe

On the day of his birth the family rejoiced
Having waited for his arrival for over ten years
They celebrated his gender with a badge of honour
Distributing sweets while shedding joyous tears

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth
They made sure he got everything he yearned
When neighbours complained about his rough behaviour
‘Boys will be boys’ laughed his parents, unconcerned

In junior school, his teacher called a meeting
As he was being a bully and hitting a girl
‘He probably just likes her’ said his parents
While the teacher warned them he’d become a churl

As he got to high school, the other kids were scared
He was intimidating and had no care
He was expelled a few times but that didn’t matter
As his family’s wealth always got him elsewhere

For his eighteenth birthday, he went to a club
Wanting to drink and dance the night away
There he saw the most amazing girl
And knew she’d be the best gift for him that day

He went up to her and demanded a dance
She told him he was rude and said no;
Never having been rejected before,
He bristled as his ego took a massive blow

When she left the club later that night
At the exit, he lay silently in wait
He tailed her quietly through several streets
Sensing a thrill at her impending fate

She picked up her pace around the corner
In the dark alleyway he saw his chance
Grabbing her arm, he pinned her to the ground
Punched her in the face as she’d refused to dance

She tried to scream but her voice was muffled
With his other arm he pulled up her skirt
He pinned her legs apart with his knees
And raped her till she went limp with the hurt

His dirty deed done, he felt satisfied
He’d avenged the one who’d hurt his pride
Gathering his belongings he left the street
But was met by the police on his side

He was unfazed and pointed to the girl
‘I think she’s dead or hurt’, said he
But then to his shock, she moved and spoke
‘This guy here, he raped me.’

Caught between a rock and a hard place now
He tried to deny what she’d said
‘Look at her skirt,’ he told the cops
‘What else could she expect?’

To his surprise the police didn’t listen
Instead handcuffing him on the spot
The bruises on her face were enough for them
While other evidence would soon be sought

After he was convicted for his crime
His parents hid their faces in deep shame
‘Where did we go wrong?’ they wondered aloud
While everyone knew they were to blame

The neighbours whispered about the case
Knowing the family’s reputation was wrecked
If only they’d gone back to basics
And taught their son about respect

© Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (13 January 2017)

Written in response to the Wordy Wednesday Prompt by Blog-a-rhythm and the picture prompt for Friday Reflections by Living my Imperfect Life & Everyday Gyaan

Image source: Pexels

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  • Uma Nigith
    13 January 2017 at 11:50 pm

    Superbly written! And this is a fear with which I live every day since I have a son. Although we are nothing like the parents you described, I always worry if my son would misbehave to a girl, what I would do. In all ways possible, we try to teach him about respecting every human being and their choices are, be it in dresses or in their behaviour, but the fear just stays there. And I guess it’s that fear that makes us more aware of how we bring up our son.

  • Simon Falk
    14 January 2017 at 12:45 pm

    Very well told and very powerful, Sanch. Such a sad tale on so many levels. Thanks for sharing , as it has so much to teach us.

  • Amy @ Handbagmafia
    14 January 2017 at 12:50 pm

    Wow. Very vivid.
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  • Damyanti
    14 January 2017 at 10:53 pm

    Relevant to the times, and very powerful.

  • Denyse
    15 January 2017 at 7:16 pm

    Wow. I found your work very powerful. It is a shame of course, this even needs to be a topic..but it is. Thanks for sharing your creative work.
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  • Parul Thakur
    16 January 2017 at 4:01 am

    Superb and such a true thing that only basics is what children need to turn to better humans.

  • Sammie @ The Annoyed Thyroid
    16 January 2017 at 8:40 pm

    Brilliantly written – you have skillz!

    17 January 2017 at 3:08 pm

    I loved this poem – its such a tribute to the Indian Men-tality and their upbringing that develops it!
    You have brilliantly inserted the BAR prompts in great context- loved it Sanchie – Kudos