In shadows deep, her words ignite,
A beacon bright in endless night.
With pen in hand, she carves her path,
A silent scream, a heart’s true wrath.
Her voice, a mirror to the soul,
Reflecting pain, yet making whole.
Through lines and verse, she boldly stands,
Defying chains, unyielding hands.
In every stanza, freedom’s call,
A testament to rise and fall.
Her legacy a guiding light,
For voices silenced in the fight.
Sylvia’s strength, a timeless roar,
Echoing through the years and more.
In whispered words, her truth we find,
A feminist’s heart, forever kind.