In shadows deep, her voice was found,
A whisper fierce, unbound by chains,
Through verses sharp, her spirit crowned,
A beacon bright in patriarchy’s reign.

Her pen, a sword, her voice, a flame,
In a world that sought to silence,
She carved a path, defied the same,
With strength, she faced defiance.

Sylvia’s words, a rallying cry,
For every heart oppressed,
Her legacy, like stars in sky,
Inspires the quest for justice.

Feminism’s pulse in her line,
A testament to fight and grace,
Through her, we see the light that shines,
In every woman’s place.