In shadows deep where whispers grace,
Sylviaâs voice, a fierce embrace,
Through verse and line, her spirit flies,
A beacon ‘neath the darkened skies.
Her words a storm, a silent roar,
Breaking chains forevermore,
In pages worn, her truth ignites,
The dawn of countless feminist nights.
With every stanza, bold and clear,
She carved a path, dispelling fear,
In mirrors cracked, her strength revealed,
A legacy that will not yield.
She wove her pain into a song,
A tapestry where we belong,
Sylviaâs light, forever bright,
Guiding us through endless night.