In the shadows of history, she carved her name,
A warrior of words, she rose to fame.
Her voice, a symphony of strength and grace,
Maya Angelou, a radiant face.

Through trials and tribulations, she stood tall,
A beacon of hope, inspiring all.
Her pen, a sword, her heart, a shield,
In the battlefield of life, she would not yield.

She sang the songs of freedom and love,
With a spirit soaring high above.
Her words, a balm for wounds unseen,
A testament to all that has been.

To women who rise, she is a guide,
In her legacy, we find our pride.
Maya Angelou, a timeless flame,
Forever etched in the halls of fame.