My Brothers
When
I was young my brothers hemmed me in:
“Our
sister’s small, her breasts have not yet grown.
We
will defend her from the charms of men
and
keep her pure for that one man alone.
If
she’s a wall, great towers we will build
to
guard our sister for it is our task.
If
she’s a door the op’ning we’ll have filled.
To
do our duty is what we are asked.”
My
brothers, dear, I am no more a child.
I
am full grown, my breasts are firm and tall.
I
am closed in, a virgin pure and mild.
I
am the one for him; I him enthrall.
The
one for whom I’m meant now looks at me
and
wants to dwell with me, contentedly.
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| The Bride, Jose Ferraz de Almeida Jr., 1886 |
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