daddy's lil girl
“Miss, may I show you to your suite”
“Miss, allow me to open the door for you”
“Miss, ...”
“Miss, ...”
“Miss, ...”
I live a life of luxury
Caviar, fine dining, designer clothing
I am daddy’s little princess
Daddy’s lil girl
I’ve never lifted a finger
Never known the meaning of “work”
Never touched a dirty dish
except to push it away
after I’m finished eating
...
My arms are aching
The smell of floor cleaner
is intoxicating
flooding my nose with the scent of
half nail polish remover, half bleach
Swiping the floor with the heavy mop
The mop strings dancing on the floor
to the tune of my sore arms
A humbling experience
I watch the shoppers at the fine luxury shop
peering at the fine jewelry
oblivious to my plight
Daddy’s lil girl is not sitting on her throne
Daddy’s lil girl is wearing servant’s garb
I will finish the task at hand
Swabbing up the muddy footprints on the ground
Running that mop with all my might on the soiled ground
Success: the floor is pristine white!
Shoppers push past me
stomping on the floor with their muddy boots
I start all over again
I start all over again