Within the tapestry of words she wove,
A symphony of strength and grace did grow.
Her voice a beacon, a guiding light,
In shadows deep, she sparked the fight.

Through trials faced and mountains climbed,
Her spirit soared, her soul unchained.
A poet, warrior, sage of truth,
She painted dreams and healed the wounds.

With every verse, she broke the chains,
Of silence, hurt, and deep disdain.
Her legacy a golden thread,
In hearts and minds, her words are spread.

Maya, a name that echoes strong,
Through ages past and times yet long.
Her essence lives in every tale,
A testament to never fail.