I hate Black Coffee

Shraddha Mehta
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

I hate Black Coffee. I hate it’s oh so bitter taste. I hate that overpowering pungent coffee smell. I hate the ugly, horrific, dark brown colour. I hate the way it feels down my throat. I cannot emphasize enough that I hate Black Coffee.

I hate Black Coffee. But isn’t that how we are supposed to enjoy things in our life, in their purest, truest form available to us.

I hate Black Coffee. But isn’t that how we are supposed to love someone, the way they are, not what we can make them into, not how we can counteract their unpleasant qualities with something opposite.

I hate Black Coffee. But isn’t it how simple things should be, stripped of all the frills and the show.

I hate Black Coffee. But isn’t it better for our health in the long run despite of how it shortly feels on our taste buds.

We get so caught up in the milk and the cream and the sugar, the whipped cream, some sprinkles, our name on the coffee glass of things that we forget about it’s true essence.

I hate Black Coffee. But I also do love Black Coffee.