Oops...did I offend anyone?

I wonder if anyone got offended by my most recent poems. Hehe....excuse me for writing that but if the inspiration comes, I have to write it out.
It's nothing crude or obscene anyway, so you may be a tad sensitive if you find that awful. Prostitution, human trafficking, girls (and sometimes boys) being used as a sex object, it's common enough in our world but nobody wants to see it because it's not pretty. It's taboo to mention such thing even. People tell of their experience when going to brothels and when paying for sex, but who tells the story of the one being used? Nobody sells their body just for the heck of it (if anyone does, well, I personally find it a odd).
People whisper of the girl who gave herself away because of a boy, but do they know if she has been abused and maybe that has twisted her mindset? Maybe it's psychological, she seeks love elsewhere when there is none at home. Wrong move. Wrong choice. She get scarred forever. Who tells her story? If she told it herself, would they say she asked for it, she deserved what she got? Society gets very judgmental sometimes.
Would you look on the other side of goodness and see the evil? Can you look past the black and white, stop thinking that life is all fun and happy times with your friends, look, really look into the grey area where there are people your age who are living hell. Don't look at sex workers with that high and mighty glare, who knows how they ended up where they are? You could've been them. You could've been that girl forced to dress up in skanky outfits, made up face and made to stand in the street for those hungry perverted eyes to mentally undress till someone actually comes and pays for you. You could've been the one forced to sleep with strangers for money you never get to lay your hands on. Don't just pray and think mankind is good. It isn't always that way. Mankind can be one of the worst creatures on earth.
There's always many sides to a story. It just depends on who sees it and how you interpret it. But whatever it is, I sure don't support any of this twisted, warped business of selling humans for pleasure. No one should.

P.S. How did I get here from writing poetry? I don't quite know, mind must've been in rambling mode.