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Being a hotel housekeeper
I have traveled all across the lobby
escorting a buggy wagon filled
with Pledge, Windex, Shout 
and a rag as wet as a blanket
Room 171 was the guestroom
which stood out the most 
it was the ultimate feminine paradise

The guests had makeup kits
packed up with eyeshadows, nail polish
eyeliners, lipsticks and blushes
in fifth shades of every color on the spectrum
Banana Boat SPF sunblock and fruit scented body lotions
consistently scattered all across the dresser 
like a counter at a MAC makeup outlet at the mall
A curling iron and an Apple IPad slept in the nightstand
while a Pandora charm bracelet belted with its silver stones
adjacent to a glass of red wine with a purple straw poking out

I also witnessed some pairs 
of pink colored Nike running tennis
and few tropical flip flops bright in color
littered across the tiles
while the bathroom was splashed
with other pieces of feminine attire
left draping from the shower booth
Room 171 was like a women's department store
but in a hotel room

                                                      Written by:Mia Pratt,2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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