Things We Are Told:
A Found Poem About Reena Virk
We're told girls don't do this sort of thing
She was a fourteen-year-old girl
From a middle class home
She bragged to her new acquaintances
About meeting her probation officer
She had never even been arrested
But we're told girls don't do this sort of thing
They caught her at the phone booth
Arms locked on either side of her
She said they should stop
Night passed morning
Her family would never hear from her again
But we're told girls don't do this sort of thing
A week later, divers discovered her body in the water
Blazed a red trail
She washed his clothes, which had been bloodied
Bragged about it
Traces of cocaine
But we're told girls don't do this sort of thing
She was a fourteen-year-old girl
From a middle class home
She bragged to her new acquaintances
About meeting her probation officer
She had never even been arrested
But we're told girls don't do this sort of thing
They caught her at the phone booth
Arms locked on either side of her
She said they should stop
Night passed morning
Her family would never hear from her again
But we're told girls don't do this sort of thing
A week later, divers discovered her body in the water
Blazed a red trail
She washed his clothes, which had been bloodied
Bragged about it
Traces of cocaine
But we're told girls don't do this sort of thing