Dear Kenwood Ladies Pond,

In our story we have witnessed the destruction and colonization of the feminist retreats we created with our siren battle cries trying to carve more loving places out of the monochrome of our male defined lives.

We face a future where only traces will remain from the wave of strikes by the various liberal disguises our mothers forewarned us of as they inarticulately savage our female diaspora, because we live in places not of our making, in landscapes where the toxic rain of misogyny burns our very breath, where we try to escape to sustain ourselves in a sea of love for each other on an empty canvas as we burn inside, speechless and violated.

In our story we have bled for years longing for respite from these alien places which bottom and top feed to destroy our galaxy the one we sculpt, and which constantly evolves from the lives and passings of our sisters, mothers and daughters, when our safe refuges are turned into lifeless deserts by forced positioning of empty words and feelings creating ashes burnt out of new habits. We are being blown away by predatory winds projecting us into non man obscurities and longitudes, magnifying our alienation, by raping us of meaning. Thought termination.

Our Pond is no longer a refuge for these corners where waterless rain is poured on us through mirrors created by men, will still contain us as exiles in our own spaces.

An Adult Human Female
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