In the silence of a woman’s heart,
Sylvia’s voice rises, bold and stark.
Her words, a river of untamed art,
Challenge the shadows, leaving a mark.

Through the mirror of her fractured dreams,
She crafts a path where freedom gleams.
Breaking chains with fiery beams,
Her verses, a symphony of feminist themes.

In the garden where her spirit roams,
She plants seeds of courage unknown.
A legacy of strength, brightly sown,
In every line, her truth is shown.

Sylvia’s echoes call to the brave,
To rise, to fight, to never cave.
In her words, we find the wave,
Of feminism, her soul’s enclave.