In shadows deep, her voice did rise,
A beacon in the darkest skies,
Sylvia’s words, a fierce embrace,
Of women’s strength, their rightful place.

Her pen, a sword, in battles fought,
Against the chains, society brought,
The cries of hearts, once bound in fear,
Now bold and loud, for all to hear.

Through pain and strife, she paved the way,
For voices stifled in the fray,
Her legacy, a guiding light,
Injustice faced, with courage bright.

Oh Sylvia, your spirit thrives,
In every soul that dares and strives,
A feminist, through verse and fire,
Inspires us all to reach much higher.