In the second group I was in we each brought in a song to represent the abuse and for to represent our healing. This is the one I picked for the abuse. It has so many different meanings! I will add them at the end.
Martina McBride - Concrete Angel
She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
"The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask"
J's mom, JA, was my school teacher, but obvious she had no idea anything was going on. A few years later I told a different teacher about it and she did nothing!
"Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights"
This is the one that kills me, my own mom noticed behavior changes in me and again did nothing! Sometimes people, including parents, teachers and neighbors see the warning signs but choose to ignore it because they don't want to deal with it. It might cause them pain, or if they are wrong, embarrassment.
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