Mother of stars... (poem)

They are my children,
Five in number
And they were destined
To be stars so young.

Lived as a prostitute,
I suffered a lot,

Trapped as a slave,
By the drug mafia that ruled slum world.

I send to heaven,
With my own hands,
All the five stars,
Female in gender,
With unknown fathers; To shine up there.

I feel no regret,
As they escaped,
From the horrible fate,
Offered to them here...

140 Character story micro, thanks to Susan at Stony River