I love different characters

God she's rough..
she comes from
Rosso,
brought up on
a dummy covered
in syrup ..
and a smack,
from a distance
her features 
stand out, like
a pantomime
madam..but on
close up they're
quite savage..no
subtle tone ..
I wonder if I peer
through  non bias
glass. it will alter..
I look
less discerning..

but no..she's
a Rosso lass,
Bless her, 
her and her
rainbow colours..
you can spot them..
coming over the 
hills,
There's no pitchforks..
these days,
I wish I was
a Rosso lass..
but I'm tied to this
mountain where
I was born...
and the rift divides..
still,
it's invisible to
the naked eye..
but I know
it exists..