Beneath the weight of the silent night,
She penned her pain with ink so bright,
A voice once stifled, now takes flight,
In shadows deep, she found her light.

Her words, a mirror to her soul,
In broken lines, she sought her goal,
To break the chains, to take control,
And rise above the darkest hole.

The world she saw through eyes so keen,
A battle fought, yet unseen,
Her spirit strong, her mind serene,
In every verse, she weaves a dream.

Sylvia’s strength, a beacon clear,
Her legacy, we hold so dear,
Through her, we conquer every fear,
Her feminism, we revere.