So guys i wrote this poem today and I wanted some thoughts on it

I like the color brown
I like the way it looks on chocolate
I like the way it looks on my boots
I like the way it looks on the soil, the soil that that grows the plants and trees
I like the way it looks on my skin, the color of me
I like the color brown
I like the color brown on my eyes
I like the color brown on a nice park bench
I like the color brown on Sô cô la cake
I like the color brown, as i do all colors, i wont discriminate

However sometimes I dont like the color brown
I dont like the color brown after the red
The brown after the read from the times i wish i were dead
The the brown after the red that forms a line
The brown after the red from the blade in my skin in the dead of night
Maybe I dont like the color brown anymore
The brown after the read from the blade in my skin, thinking about if what i did was right

Thank you