The Black Womb

For nearly two decades, she chose the shadows—not from weakness, but from survival. Silence became a sanctuary, though it dimmed her voice and buried her truth beneath layers of endurance.

Her life was shaped by violations that arrived far too early and returned far too often—experiences that lingered in the body, haunted the subconscious, and attempted to fracture her sense of self. Yet even in the deepest dark, something ancient remained awake.

The Black Womb was born there—in the unseen. From the place where pain is transmuted into wisdom, where creation remembers itself. It is the testament of a woman who did not disappear, but gestated her becoming until light could no longer be denied.

This work is not a story of harm—it is a declaration of reclamation. A return to power. A remembering of what has always been holy.