Sunday, June 14, 2026

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. 

Sunday, June 7, 2026

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.