Collective

Winona.Anderson 
Pen in hand, the words begin to flow,

pouring out the stories once untold,

tales of women, beautiful and bold,

rising up together, voices grow. 

They resist each obstacle, each blow,

band together, warmth against the cold,

they don't bend or break, they simply fold

they are origami – all they know. 


Leaping now from paper, growing songs,

singing both for pain and joy combined,

lifting up their voices as I write.

Join them in the crowds, the streets, the throngs,

join the march, the hallowed halls we lined,

stories blend, link arms and face the fight.
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Published by Winona.Anderson

I am a passionate advocate for agricultural and civic education for rural and urban youth in Minnesota. I am also dedicated to all those who have struggled with illness that has gone unnoticed by doctors, as someone with a rare disorder myself. I share my struggles and successes as an opportunity to connect with those who have similar shared experiences.

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