a poem about a season...

this is a poem i wrote about a character in the book the coldest winter ever, Winter Santiaga.

Winter
She's fly, no doubt.
Prettier than any miss America,
Stance is sexy,
Her swagger unmatched.
she's a dime x100,
Shines brighter than the sun,
Though she was born in December...
Listens to her own voice,
and fears nobody.
She bathes in money
and defecates gold bricks,
urinates platinum chains
and spits 32 karat saliva
She's classy but hood
and won't hesitate to cut you,
whether with a switchblade of her tongue,
urban goddess, a Bronx warrior
she was born a "bad bitch", born rich,
but died broke in the clink!