Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early 1970s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she devoted her life to making sure other girls don't fall into the same trap. Some people will find Brenda's account upsetting.


Right from the start life was handing me lemons, but I've always tried to make the best lemonade I can.


I grew up in the 1960s on the West Side of Chicago. My mother died when I was six months old. She was only 16 and I never learned what it was that she died from - my grandmother, who drank more than most, couldn't tell me later on. The official explanation is that it was "natural causes".



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Thank God for your life!

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Ok Ohh!!!

Not fascinating enough.

She must be well tutored in the illicit trade.