Jessie’s Reviews > The Crown Ain't Worth Much > Status Update

I guess anything can be a gun if the darkness
surrounding it is hungry enough

grandpa
finally got sober
but he still smellin
like the sweat you
get from trynna
outrun some real heavy
shit

This skin we wear expires with the sun
We were born into curfew

We finally learned how / to undress a whole season / with just our tongues / & pull back the sheets / with its taste / still in our mouths
...

I don't want to be threatening / just feared/ enough to never have to / make a fist

We all have to make sacrifices
We all have to keep the dirt from underneath the fingernails of our mothers.

There is so much piano spilling all over our laps, that we can't help but to smile since we still black and know nothing can ransack sorrow like a piano.
...
Piano can coax even the most viscous of ghosts out of a body