In verses carved from pain and flame,
Sylvia’s whispers break the chains,
A voice that roars through silent nights,
Unfurls the flag of women’s rights.
Her words, a tempest of the soul,
A cry for freedom, fierce and bold,
Through shadows deep, her light expands,
A beacon held in trembling hands.
Feminism’s muse, she carved the path,
With every line, she sparked the wrath,
Against the walls that caged her mind,
In every tear, a strength defined.
O Sylvia, your legacy remains,
In broken hearts and unchained brains,
Your poetry, a timeless call,
For justice, love, and life for all.