As we go marching, marching
In the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens,
A thousand mill lofts gray.
Are touched with all the radiance
That a sudden sun discloses:
Bread and Roses. Bread and Roses.
As we go marching, marching
We’re standing proud and tall
The rising of the women
Means the rising of us all.
No more the drudge and idler,
Ten that toil where one reposes-
But a sharing of life’s glories:
Bread and Roses. Bread and Roses.
I named my bakery after the strike to honor the spirit of the workers- mostly women who united, despite their lack of education, common language, and against brutal tactics to starve them and their families back to work. They fought for Bread- the necessities of life, but also for Roses, ( the good things in life). In my business, we all work hard. I treat people as I want to be treated. I believe very strongly in doing well by doing good.