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 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.
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