Ms. T – Dean of the House (Representative Senfronia Thompson)

Ms. T – Dean of the House Verse 1 In a little town called Booth, down a Houston line, A girl named Senfronia Thompson dreamed of justice all the time. She walked through Jim-Crow shadows, kept her faith and made her stand – Now she’s the dean of Texas, the conscience of the land. Chorus Oh Ms. T, your voice rings free, fifty-two years of fighting, holding back the flood – The longest-serving woman and African-American in Texas history, The Dean of the House, our Texas guardian. You’ve seen Jim Crow fall and rise again – but your love still burns in gospel harmony. Verse 2 From equal pay to hate-crime laws, you’ve penned a thousand lines, You battled for the victims of human trafficking and those left behind. Eighty-six years young and still calling out the bullies, Showing grown-ups how to act with dignity and mind their manners. Bridge You tell the House to cool its tone, remind them we’re one body, You never shy away from truth, no matter how it scars. We pick our guitars and join the choir, Singing for the dean who walks through fire.