No purple and brown bruises
Not a hint of red on bare flesh
No lumps, nor scars
No sight of blood in the tears
But there is pain, and oh...how it hurts
Inside the body there would be bruises found
Open it up and you'd see
A beaten heart, a ravaged soul
Burned by the acid of anger
Left discolored and worn
Nerves who no longer answer
To the crazed callings of a beaten brain.

PARENTS/CHILD ABUSE:

    I didn't even think of doing this topic really until this morning. I was chatting with one of my friends *smiles* All together now, say 'awwwwwww' *shakes head* Anyway, I was telling her of something that I've witnessed myself and what pissed me off to no end.
    Standing in Hastings (a video/music/book store for those who don't know) with one of my brother's waiting for my sister to get back from getting the rental card we had forgotten at home. We were checking out the Blink 182 album, (which I really wanna get by the way) and we noticed a young teenage couple with a baby.
    Now this baby could not have even been a year old. I'm guessing 8 months myself. Anyhow, the baby was reaching for the shiny stickers on the cd's. *shrugs* That's a common thing, all kids go for the shiny stuff, this is not quantum physics.
    Yet, the mother (I know they were married by the marriage bands they were wearing, I'm not guessing here) slapped the baby's hand. Not a gentle slap, it was quite loud and left a bright red mark on the child. And of course the baby cried, duh?
    Then because the baby was crying the father smacked them in the mouth. The mouth!