In shadows deep, where silence weeps, she wrote,
Her pen a sword, her voice a cry, a note,
Of women’s strength, of battles fought unseen,
Sylvia’s words, a light where dark had been.

Through lines of pain and echoes of despair,
She carved a path, a legacy laid bare,
For every woman caught in silence’s snare,
Her verses whispered, “Fight, and do not care.”

In every stanza, freedom’s call resounds,
A poetic dance where courage knows no bounds,
She broke the chains, defied the gendered norms,
In ink and paper, her revolution storms.

Sylvia’s spirit, fierce and unbowed,
A beacon bright within the darkest cloud,
Her feminist fire, a flame that won’t subside,
Inspires the world, her strength our guide.