In the whispers of the night, she stands,
A voice of strength, a guiding hand.
Through verses bold, her spirit soars,
Breaking chains, opening doors.

Her words, a mirror to the soul,
Reflect the struggles, make us whole.
In every line, a story told,
Of women brave, defiant, bold.

With metaphors sharp, she carves the way,
For voices silenced, she makes them stay.
Her pen, a sword in battles fought,
In justice and truth, her words are wrought.

In Duffy’s lines, we find our power,
A testament to the rising flower.
Through her eyes, we see anew,
The strength in me, the strength in you.