8760 Hours.

Perched in a chair with my messy hair in a bun 
and my eyes focused on the homework due the next day.  
He beckoned for me to follow him into my room 
and as usual,
 I obliged.  
I knew what would happen next 
because when he wanted my body 
he got it.  
I was face down in the bed  
and when I served my purpose, 
I returned to my chair with a messier bun 
and a greater piece of me missing.  
8760 hours ago I was an object.
Not a woman.  
Today I am learning my value as a woman  
is more than my body.  
It is much more than what he conditioned me to believe.