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ÀBÁKÉ RAE

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Somatic prose | Emotional sovereignty.
Literary sensuality | Ancestral memory | Bodily truth.
Sanctuary for Black women.
Stories: Body & Page. 🌿

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A reckoning with the pull between mind and animal, where the thread finally gives and everything returns home to the same skin.
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Part III is now live on substack - Link in bio to read in full. by @abake_rae

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2 months ago

My flesh is a feral, blind thing answering to nothing. A hunger that does not give a single damn about the mess it leaves all over the floor.

Full piece on Substack. Link in bio. by @abake_rae

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3 months ago

The room is quiet. The cup remains entirely full and mine.

Full piece on Substack. Link in bio. by @abake_rae

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4 months ago

A year ago, I put the pen to the page for the first time in a way that mattered. A year of learning to breathe into the stillness, of tracing the alchemy of my own softness, and of finally trusting that the marrow knows the way.

Full piece on substack - Link in bio by @abake_rae

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4 months ago

Waiting to be met in the way I need to be received. My skin is already waiting for the weight of it.

The Sovereign Flesh — now live on Substack. Link in bio. by @abake_rae

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4 months ago

The door closed from the other side. And underneath the sting of it was a stillness I had been reaching for and couldn’t find.

Full piece on Substack. Link in bio. by @abake_rae

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5 months ago

“I am tired of being the most competent person.”

For the women who are exhausted from constantly building the bridge. This week’s piece is raw, uncomfortable, and entirely necessary.

Link in bio - Full Piece by @abake_rae

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5 months ago

Something ran through me before I could name it.
My body already knew.

Full transmission on substack — link in bio. by @abake_rae

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5 months ago

Some pieces don’t start with a pen.
They start with a pattern you finally got still enough to notice.
I turned the gaze inward. This is what I found.
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Read in full — link in bio. by @abake_rae

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6 months ago

I grew so efficient at the heavy lift that I stopped being able to tell the difference between the weight I carry and the skin I was in. I knew how to handle being too much—I was built for it. What I didn’t expect was to be matched. To find an intensity already there, moving toward the weight instead of away from it.

Part 2 of The Debt of Softness is an exploration of the stillness that follows the tremor.
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Read the full transmission via the link in my bio. by @abake_rae

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6 months ago

I used to think peace was the goal. I didn’t know it would feel like a threat.

When you’ve spent a lifetime as a fortress, “safe” doesn’t feel like relief. It feels like a debt you haven’t paid yet—a bill gathering interest while you wait for the other shoe to drop.

This is the messiest thing I’ve ever written. No lawyer, no performance. Just the witness.

The Debt of Softness: Notes on the Violence of Finding Peace.

Read the full transmission on Substack.
Link in bio. by @abake_rae

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6 months ago

She didn’t have a problem with desire.
She had a problem with herself.
With the years she spent managing it, redirecting it, turning wanting into a question when it was never meant to be one.
She is only now learning to let it be simple.
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She finished the story on Substack.
Link in bio. by @abake_rae

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7 months ago