Brenda, wow this is a real beautiful yet sad write due to the subject. It's such ashame that this is happening all over the word so that young girls can have a meal or feed their family.
You write with such delicacy.

Em

Hello Brenda

This is a sad write indeed and it affected me profoundly.
Recently, for whatever reason, I cannot get to grips with the wrongs that adults do children (I think that's what inspired my recent poem). They are the one thing that adults everywhere - parents or not -should all be united in protecting above anything else.
Sadly and tragically, there are those poisonous spiders among us who seem to find the shadows and pounce on the innocent for their own sick gratification, in whatever form.
Here you highlight sexual abuse - which is what it is, consensual or not - and it really struck home with me as I saw a documentary not long ago about some of these young girls in Brazil being shoved out at a sickening age by PARENTS to perform these 'unspeakable acts' just to put food on the table. And it's the 'norm' there. Their sisters have done it before them as have their mothers.
The really horrid thing was the westerners who go out there specifically seeking these children out. Sometimes, I am embarrassed to be a human being.

Brenda, a terribly delicate subject but one that needs highlighting.

Well done and all the very best,
Ben

Patience awaits a desire. A concerned heart, heals depression.

Well, I can say this great poem of yours is delivering out the true black reality happening worldwide. It's happening in many domains, Bangladesh, India, Pakistan, etc. I can't understand, parents even after knowing everything, still how can they throw their own children into the cage of adultery from where it becomes very difficult to come out. What the heck is wrong with those parents. It all seems like they are wounding the wings of daughters, at the age when they really needed to fly and touch the sky.

Adultery is soaring higher and higher year by year. Sorry I can't say where the world is going? It's a issue which should be been taken not lightly, because it affects a lot.

It is said that there is no comparison of mother's love. But I wonder where the love is being faded away when they stand in a brutal position to sell them. Is money more worthy then children.

(Above two lines is written only for those mothers who do this kind of illegal stuffs.)

I don't know whether I'm right or wrong:

But here in the 8th line
she leads him
I guess there should be
she leads her

I might be wrong here.

So it's a very sad and heart-touching write. Hope you will keep on doing your good jobs. The imaginary of darkness is making this write to stand out.

Well done.