my name is p,salerian poem

My Name Is P

My name is P

P from Pluto

Possibly less good

True have no legs

No arms

No pretty face

Just monkey brain and more

My roots race or color?

You see in Pluto

Different laws of nature

Dislike no one

Except of course  cheaters

Ignorance prejudice and dogma

Call us tribal

Very backward

Stuck in the origin of soul

Hear me out my friend

This is  public knowledge

No damn secret

Native I’m not

The blue planet home

Some 200 years later

Red Pluto passport

So I let go legs arms and  face too

Strange it sounds

Pluto no different than the earth

Except little chill

No crime no  human touch