Miss Elliot is not just a single mom
Miss Elliot is not just white trash
Because Miss Elliot must stay calm
In the lunchroom, though she grins wide, she’ll crash
In the West End High lunchroom peak hour
Miss Elliot, our warrior stands strong
"You ugly white trash," they scream at the door
But she keeps quiet, she won't yell you're wrong
At home, she has a little one to watch
She packs her bag, cleans off her recipe
She claws in her mind for hope hard to catch
As she quietly gives us a whisper
"So what will it be
Chris, Molly, Rudy?"
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Miss Elliot is not just a single mom
Miss Elliot is not just white trash
Because Miss Elliot must stay calm
In the lunchroom, though she grins wide, she’ll crash
In the West End High lunchroom peak hour
Miss Elliot, our warrior stands strong
"You ugly white trash," they scream at the door
But she keeps quiet, she won't yell you're wrong
At home, she has a little one to watch
She packs her bag, cleans off her recipe
She claws in her mind for hope hard to catch
As she quietly gives us a whisper
"So what will it be
Chris, Molly, Rudy?"
Call this my debut on Hello Poetry. I hope you like it.