At the age of 8 years old,
I march with my grandfather
Heard the Dreamer's dream.
My father lifted his hand to strike my mother,
At 10 years old, I took the blow.
At the age of 11 years old my mother and I homeless and hungry,
At the age of 12 years old a teacher intervenes, and my older sister steps in,
At the age of 13 years old, I was back on track,
Maslow's hierarchy in place for the 6,
By 18 years old my mother and I had a place of our own,
Smarter and wiser at a younger age,
I was University-bound,
Took a little longer than most,
A rising star, bound for glory.
At 25, I found my purpose.
At 33 Erin Beth was born, I cut the core securing her in my heart until I am no more.
At 64, the fire stills burns,
The mission remains strong,
The load may be heavy,
If you think I can't carry this load?
Then you really don't know this teacher.
Then you don't know anything about teachers.
These Ed Reformers, Ed Scammers, Make a buck CEOs, have no idea about what teachers carry with them into their classrooms.
Then you don't know Chicago Teachers.
It's what gives them strength,
It's what they carry that makes them fighting teachers.
I stand with them until I can stand no more.
Shout on every street corner,
Tell it on every mountaintop,
I stand with my rank and file sisters and brothers in Chicago,
Jesse The Walking Man Turner