born into brothels

while other kids revel in fairy tales, hear nursery rhymes, they hear abuse which could make a grown man blush, they see mothers sell their bodies for a pittance.
and yet, they have dreams, they know compassion, they respect humanity.
they, the children, the innocent victims of a cruel world.
all they need is a hand, to hold, to help them get up and step out of that ugliness, no one can erase the harsh reality of where they came from. they can still be given hope to be something else in the future....
before another little girl is forced to sell her soul, before another boy is made a trafficker of human respect....
i have to do something.