A boundary must be drawn. And we draw it with truth. In every era, every movement, every so-called revolution—there have been those who tried to smug
A boundary must be drawn. And we draw it with truth.
In every era, every movement, every so-called revolution—there have been those who tried to smuggle in the exploitation of children under the banner of “freedom,” “education,” or “expression.”
But we say this clearly, loudly, and without apology:
There is no liberation that includes the sexualization of children.
You cannot build a just world while destroying the most sacred among us.
You cannot call something “progress” if it comes at the cost of a child’s body, mind, or soul.
You cannot cry out for human rights, while defending those who view children as objects for their desire, their validation, or their “freedom of expression.”
We are not confused:
Children are not here to be desired.
Children are not here to heal your wounds, play out your fantasies, or serve your liberation.
They are not mirrors. They are not muses. They are not made for you.
They are whole.
They are sacred.
They are to be protected—without exception, without negotiation, without delay.
And yet… there are whispers trying to confuse the public:
That children can consent.
That exposure to adult themes is “empowering.”
That preventing harm is somehow oppressive.
That protecting children is prudish or outdated.
These lies do not belong in any liberation movement.
They belong to the oppressor’s toolkit—just repackaged in new language.
At RosasChildren, we are here to remind the world of the oldest truth:
Freedom that preys on children is not freedom. It’s another form of domination.
Progress that sacrifices children is not progress. It’s a repeat of the past—just with better branding.
Any movement that requires children’s silence, stillness, or submission—is not worthy of being called liberation.
There is no liberation that includes the sexualization of children.
Not in art.
Not in activism.
Not in faith spaces.
Not in classrooms.
Not in digital spaces.
Not in performance.
Not in parenting.
Not in storytelling.
Not in identity exploration.
Not in anyone’s reimagined theories of love.
Not. Ever.