<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553549" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>From a painting by Hans Holbein: Portrait of Anna Meyer (c.1526)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What have they done to you, Anna Meyer? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dispirited eyes focus on the floor.<br>Cloth carapace binds your torso<br>as securely as the armour it resembles.<br>Are they - or you - scared of your body, <br>of your budding maturity? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Must a Burgomeister's daughter<br>live out the lie<br>that she is not a woman in the making? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should a Burgomeister's daughter<br>be kept in wraps until her marriage, <br>when the armour is removed<br>but the shell remains? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does the Burgomeister's daughter<br>get to play like other children, <br>or is she already locked into<br>the rôle of doll-child, <br>name, face, personality interchangeable<br>with any who will say yes Papa<br>and no Papa, and bow just so<br>to official visitors? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you dream, Anna Meyer, <br>of a different kind of existence, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or are you on the way to being<br>the wife of another Burgomeister, <br>giving birth to other Annas, <br>evolved to exist in shells<br>of your and their own making?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wild+Bill+Balding">Wild Bill Balding</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553549" data-title="From a painting by Hans Holbein: Portrait of Anna Meyer (c.1526) de Wild Bill Balding" data-description="What have they done to you, Anna Meyer? Dispirited eyes focus on the floor. Cloth carapace binds your torso as securely as the armour it resembles. Are they - or you - scared of your body, of your budding maturity? Must a Burgomeister's daugh..."></div> </div> </div>

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