Space Gives Me Logic Poem by Manzanilla Mija

My spaceship, is made for the outcast.
Don't judge so quickly.
To the human race, you criticize fast.
And to aliens, you're picky.

Does it matter how we dress?
Does it effect your eyes when paint our walls different colors?

Everyone's different, yes.
Why don't we accept that fact? Or the fact that we're all copies coping each other's copies?

We copy each other by even complaining about these copies.
Oh dear, I'm one of them aren't I?

We beg to differ yet complain after begging, and leave the room cocky.
Oh dear, you're lost, I see it in your left eye.

Left because you do nothing right.
Citizen to Captain Kirk, Citizen to Captain Kirk, DO YOU COPY? !

You hear my voice, as I write.
Writer to reader, writer to reader, don't you understand?