White girl poem

So as some of you know, for literature homework, I had to add a modern-day character to the Canterbury Tales. So I chose a white girl, a wrote a poem about her entering the inn that the characters from the story are staying in. In case some of you want to read it,

And then a white girl entered, hair in a messy bun.
When she saw our odd company, she was "like, so done,"
And turned her costly attention away from us.
In one hand was a white iPhone six plus.
The other held a Starbucks mocha frappe-chino mug.
Her pants were leggings and her boots said 'Ugg.'
Her jacket was Northface, as one would expect.
Her hipster-like glasses had no true effect
To help her eyesight, when all was through.
Her phone case had kittens and rainbows too.

Her vocabulary was filled with "Or naw," and "Bae,"

Was there anything else this girl could say?
She paid us no mind, just stood all alone.
The white girl kept tapping away at her phone.
Her swiftness of texting was something to believe in,
But she soon left the inn with a last "I can't even,"

*whispers* I'm proud of it shh