The song Concrete Angel was recorded by Martina
McBride in 2003. It is a very touching
song about the abuse of a young girl. “The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask, it’s hard to see
the pain behind the mask.” When we suspect that someone in our lives is being
abused by someone close to them, it can be hard to ask them about it, and it
can be even harder for them to admit it, so sometimes you may have to go on
your own instincts. Sometimes with these
things it can be very hard to tell if the person you are focusing on is
suffering, because they have usually been raised to hide all evidence of their
abuse. “Wearing the same dress she wore
yesterday, she hides the bruises with the linen and lace.” This goes back to the children suffering from
child abuse thinking that they must hide all the evidence. Some children even think that the abuse is
their fault, and the people that are abusing them usually threaten them into
thinking that the abuse will only get worse if they reach out for help. “Sometimes she wishes she was never born.” In these situations the children are more
prone to suicide and are more prone to become child abusers themselves. The psychological damage outlives the
bruises, and will usually stay with the children until adulthood. “A statue stands in a shaded place, an angel
girl with an upturned face, a name is written on a polished rock.” The people
of a community will always mourn the loss of a young person, even if they were
not necessarily important to the community itself. It is especially upsetting to a community
when they feel as though the situation could have been easily avoided by
someone simply investigating a suspicion, as it is in this song. The shock of a young person passing away can
rock a small community to its core, and with child abuse effecting more than
3.3 million children, this is a problem that should be investigated further in
any suspected cases. People may begin to
over-investigate child abuse, but if it even saves one life, it will be very
worth it.
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