I like my cup of coffee—
unsweetened, no milk—bitter.
Now, when I add a spoon of sugar,
it tastes strange. Unfamiliar.
People ask why—
they don't understand
that I’ve long grown used to
its lingering aftertaste,
warm on my tongue,
down my throat,
deep into my heart.
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I am accustomed to my women bitter and dark as well and that taste of sugar tastes strange to me. By the way I too like expresso black. A lovely write and I believe metaphor as well a fave
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