This Is Not a Metaphor. It’s a Fact.
A woman’s power doesn’t sit in her heart. It doesn’t dwell in her intellect. It doesn’t come from how nurturing, attractive, or accommodating she is.
It lives deeper.
It lives lower.
It lives in her womb—and the full spectrum of truth that pulses from there.
When women are disconnected from this source, they are easier to manipulate, market to, legislate, shame, and exhaust. That’s not poetry. That’s the historical playbook. Because once a woman plugs back into her primal centre—into her instincts, her sex, her cyclical intelligence—she becomes impossible to control.
And when many women do that at once? Entire systems start to tremble.
Control the Womb, Control the Woman
Across cultures and centuries, there has been a relentless campaign to control women’s reproductive and erotic power. Not just through religion or politics, but through narrative. Through the quiet domestication of our desire. Through the sterilisation of our sensuality into something “safe,” spiritual, or pleasing to others.
Here’s the truth they’ve buried under layers of shame:
The womb is not passive. It’s potent.
The pussy is not vulgar. It’s visionary.
Female sexuality is not dangerous because it’s dirty. It’s dangerous because it’s powerful.
A woman who owns her womb owns her life.
A society of such women cannot be bought off with guilt, muted by politeness, or pacified with productivity.
Language Has Always Been a Weapon
What we call our bodies matters. Vagina? That’s Latin for “sheath.” A hollow tube for a man’s sword. That term wasn’t medicine—it was militarised language. And we still use it.
But we don’t call the penis a “gun holster,” do we?
Let’s be blunt: if you don’t get to name your anatomy, you don’t get to claim it either. This is why reclaiming the word cunt is political, not profane. The erasure of female power has always started with words. And we’re taking them back.
The Womb Is a Living Force
Your womb is not symbolic. She is functional. Sensual. Sovereign.
She is a field of consciousness.
She is magnetic.
She is a barometer of truth.
When you are connected to her, you instinctively know what’s aligned and what’s not. You can feel when you’re betraying yourself. You can sense who drains you, who ignites you, when to bleed, when to roar, when to rest, and when to move.
This is not “feminine energy” in a packageable, sellable, shrink-wrapped form. This is creative voltage. The same energy that grows humans. The same energy that tears down empires.
She is not just your biology.
She is your compass.
Your counsel.
Your rhythm.
Your root.
Your womb is not neutral. She has been regulated, worshipped, punished, erased, and reawakened across time. To reclaim her is not just spiritual.
It is deeply political.
She is not separate from nature. She is nature. A living extension of the Earth’s own womb—bleeding, birthing, renewing. When you reconnect to her, you don’t just remember your power. You become it.
This Is Not Healing. This Is Strategy.
You’ve been taught to heal so you can be more functional. More productive. More palatable. But this reclamation isn’t about making you better for capitalism or more available for love. It’s about making you unavailable for anything that silences your body’s truth.
Because a woman who knows her own source—her pulse, her power, her pleasure—does not wait to be chosen.
She chooses.
She leads.
She creates her life from the inside out.
This Isn’t About Self-Love. It’s About Self-Ownership.
We are not here to whisper affirmations.
We are here to remember what was taken—and take it back.
This is about claiming your body. Your sex. Your creative blood. Your voice. Your no. Your yes. Your thunder.
The womb is where you start. Not because she is soft.
But because she is sovereign.
Closing: Womb First, Everything Else Follows
You are not here to be tolerated, coached, or explained.
You are here to recode reality from the inside out.
Feel it: the pulse just beneath your navel.
That’s not imagination.
That’s power.
Not a metaphor. Not a brand. Not a trend.
It’s your source.
Plug in.
Lead from there.
And don’t apologise for what comes alive when you do.