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.