Soil to the Flower by: Nina Liza

I am proud of you—
standing so tall,
reaching for the sun,
partly because of me.

I know you need me
to keep your roots steady,
to drink what I offer,
so your petals never droop.

But don’t worry, darling,
I will always be here,
quiet, patient,
holding you through the storms,
so you bloom fully,

and never fade away. 

Scream by: Nina Liza

I know myself better than anyone

I cut myself thinking I am no one

I watch the shows of fake friends and foe

I live my life in misery and in woe

People think that I am fine inside

However, that is not theirs to decide

I am lost in the world of fantasy

Thinking I am living in intimacy

Nursing the great pain and sorrow

Hoping it will be gone tomorrow

Living life, as if it is just a dream

But all I really want to do is scream

Girlfriend Material by: Nina Liza

They say I am girlfriend material—
that I can hold a man’s heart
in the palm of my hands
and keep it safe.

They say I am girlfriend material
because I think like the boys,
listen to Linkin Park,
wait patiently on the sidelines.

They say I am girlfriend material
because I laugh at green jokes,
don’t bruise easily,
learn when to soften my words.

They say I am girlfriend material
because I have the face to please,
the mind to challenge,
and a smile that never quits.

They say I am girlfriend material—
I go where I am invited,
speak when it is welcome,
try everything, as long as it costs nothing.

But no one asks
what I want to be
when I am not useful,
not agreeable,

not theirs. 

Math by: Nina Liza

If Math were a person,

he would be a complicated one.

He owns too many numbers,

and still, he calls no one.

If Math were a thing,

it would be a complicated one.

Admired by thousands,

and still, touched by no one.

If Math were a place,

it would be a complicated one.

Populated by many,

and still, visited by no one.

But Math is only a subject—

a very complicated one.

Taken by many,

and still, loved by no one.