[Venus]

Hey, it's been awhile. Yea, I'm doing good.
Not living in that box you built anymore.
Yea,I found the door, I can't believe I didn't notice it before.
Yea, I just walked right out.

Once I was out, I saw all these tshirts inside-
each one was wearing a label that didn't sound like me at all,
all the tshirts had grown so small.
But I can remember wearing them.

Yea, once, twice, maybe even three times.
To visit god, or school, or the grandparents,
even to our own dinner table. Yea, I can remember.
But just slightly.

[Venomous Vixen]

You have some good lines packed in there, though I am not sure overall if this is up there with your best. It started off almost like lyrics, I could hear a melody with it in my head as I read, but you seemed to have lost something removing the repetition in the second stanza... though you picked it up a bit again in the third. The t-shirt comparison was fantastic, something anyone who has ever grown out of something can relate to, especially love. I think you could rework the flow a bit on this one and have something great!

[Eva Marie]

I liked how it flowed, but not too smoothly.

[Corneac]

Y'know what. I thought this kicked ass. It was just...fressh? Y'know what I mean. How it sounded, I mean, fuck flow. It almost had a beat to it. I thought it was rockin, you have such a strength in yourn poetry, voice wise, word choice. I love it, Damn it's refreshing. And no matter what you write...you seem to pull it off...and this coming form you....can understand where you coming from. Fuck yeah, great job.