This poem represents Generation F because it is about fierce emotions and not being afraid to express them. I believe this is something that embodies my generation.
Evil comes in all different colors
Especially the green in your eyes
And the golden specks of amber
That gleam in the moonlight.
But also in the faded blue of your jeans,
The ones that fit my hand just right
When I slip it into your back pocket.
It comes in dark brown—
That scar you got
From the last homecoming football game.
It comes in polished wooden brown—
your hair
whenever you run your hands through it,
or when you don’t run your hands through it.
I like it better like that anyways.
But mostly,
It comes in Fire Island orange.
Because I remember that as the last color I saw—
Before you turned off the lights
And everything went black.