In the shadow of giants, she stood tall,
Her voice a beacon in the darkest night,
Words woven with grace, a timeless call,
For every woman’s heart to take flight.

With courage, she faced the storms of life,
Her spirit unbroken, her will unbowed,
Through trials and triumphs, through joy and strife,
Her strength a gift, her voice clear and loud.

Maya, a name whispered by the wind,
A song of freedom, a hymn of hope,
Her legacy, a tapestry finely pinned,
Guiding us as we learn, grow, and cope.

In her words, we find our hidden fire,
A reminder that we are never alone,
For in every woman lives her desire,
To rise, to speak, to claim her own throne.