Haina

That girl at the donut shop? Haina. She’s the reason I skipped math.

My cousin’s ex is a Haina. She got me to eat six tacos at 2 a. m.

I saw her in the grocery store. She’s a Haina. I asked for her number. She said, ‘Are you serious?’

My neighbor’s a Haina. He buys his soda from the corner store. I’ve seen him drink from a juice box.

That guy at the gym? Haina. He’s got a membership but still uses the free weights.

He called me a Haina. I called him a lying sack of donuts.

You: ‘I got pizza.’ Me: ‘Haina?’

He said he was going to the mall. I said, ‘Haina?’ He said, ‘Yeah, Haina.’

She said she was going to the movies. I said, ‘Haina?’ She said, ‘Yes, Haina.’

My best friend’s girl is a Haina. She’s got a dog and a dream. I’ve got a crush and a problem.

The girl from the other block is a Haina. She’s got a smile that could beat my mom’s cooking.

He’s got a Haina. I’ve got a crush. Life’s unfair.

That girl in the hallway is a Haina. She’s got a voice that can shake the walls.

My aunt’s a Haina. She’s got a smile that could make a donut cry.

She’s a Haina. I said, ‘You’re the queen of this place.’ She said, ‘I know.’

He said he was going to the park. I said, ‘Haina?’

She said she was going to the store. I said, ‘Haina?’ She said, ‘Haina.’

He said he was going to sleep. I said, ‘Haina?’ He said, ‘You’re a Haina.’