sidra reviewed The Crown Ain't Worth Much by Hanif Abdurraqib
Review of "The Crown Ain't Worth Much" on 'Storygraph'
5 stars
and we are only 19 and not yet saddled with the burdens of our parents except for in the middle of some nights, when the loneliness slides itself along our necks like a crucifix and we gasp for anything familiar,
isn’t it funny how art most imitates life when a black body is being drained of it? how easily we can imitate that which is never coming back again to claim its space?