"My name is Maggie and this is my song."
Twenty-two year old Mahogany Matthews wished for nothing more than being a famous singer. She grew up surrounded by music and was inspired by other artists like Anita Baker, Whitney Houston, TLC, Beyoncé Know...
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||Mahogany||
Waking up this morning was like pulling teeth. I didn't want to get out of bed to attend this meeting, but Echo was expecting me to be there. So, I had to get my ass up and I did exactly that. Forcing myself out of bed to take a shower and get ready for the day. I stood at the sink wrapped in my towel and started brushing my teeth. It was quiet this morning. The air was thick and tension was high. After last night fuss with Deshawn, we had parted ways after that. Like always, he ran to hang with his friends at a club and ignored what issue I had with him.
I was tired of always being the first one to break that no talking contact. He upset me with his disrespect. I deserved the apology. And yet, I wasn't going to get it. I knew Deshawn. He thought apologizing was a disease which he wanted to avoid. That caused a rift in our relationship and made me worthless of a sorry. But I couldn't complain if I stayed with him. Our relationship was similar to my job. It sucked how low I felt in it, but it was as good as I could get so I had to accept it.
Right? I think.
I finished in the bathroom and headed back to the bedroom. Startled when I Deshawn then instantly annoyed at his presence. He was laid out on the bed watching the sports channel like everything was chill. I was serious on not being the one to break first, so I ignored his presence and walked to the dresser. It so happened to be in front of the television, so I made sure I purposely took my time getting clothes out just to annoy him. There was nothing said, which was odd but I didn't question it.
I got dressed in something simple and lightweight since the weather out here was bonkers. Always beaming hot. The sun followed me severely everywhere I go and it was actually bothersome. I wore less and made sure my hygiene was up to par always. A girl like me had to look her best no matter where she steps. As I sat at my vanity and brushed down my hair, Deshawn finally decided to speak up. Yet, he said nothing I really wanted to hear.
"What are you making for breakfast?" He questioned. I snapped my head in his direction with my face twisted up in disgust. This is what he says to me?
"Excuse me?" I asked, titling my head.
Nonchalantly, he repeated, "What are you making for breakfast?"
"I know you're not asking me about breakfast when we haven't spoken about last night!" My voice raised in irritation as I stood to my feet.
He rolled his eyes, staring back at the television. "Why do you always want to argue?"
"I'm not arguing," I protested. "I'm just wondering how you're able to ask what's for breakfast and you walked out on me last night. You're being an ass."
