In the cradle of courage, her voice did rise,
A beacon of strength beneath open skies.
Words like rivers, flowing with grace,
She painted dreams on history’s vast space.
With a heart unyielding, she faced the storm,
Her spirit a shelter, unwavering and warm.
Injustice trembled at her steadfast gaze,
For she wove resilience through the toughest maze.
Her verses danced upon freedom’s wings,
A melody of hope, her poetry sings.
Through triumph and sorrow, her story told,
A legacy of wisdom, fierce and bold.
Ode to the woman who dared to dream,
Her life a testament, a radiant beam.
Maya Angelou, a name carved in light,
Guiding the world through darkest night.