Poem: A Girl Who Asked for Everything

I am the girl who walks alone,

With fire in veins and heart of stone.

They see my smile and think I’m fine,

But dreams and scars are both mine.

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I ask the stars, “What lies ahead?”

While books and thoughts consume my bed.

I chase the why behind the mind,

A truth the world is slow to find.

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I do not live to just survive,

I burn, I break, I come alive.

Each failure taught my soul to bend,

Each silence trained my voice to mend.

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They said, “You’re young, stay in your lane.”

But I’ve been schooled by loss and pain.

While others played, I carved my way,

And built a throne from every “nay.”

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A hijab frames a restless flame,

Not shame — but power in my name.

I wear it not to hide my face,

But guard a mind the stars can’t chase.

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Left-handed in a world so right,

Still, I push through, I learn, I fight.

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The desk may tilt, the page may smudge,

But I write fate, and I won’t budge.

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I’ve wanted more than life could give,

Not just to breathe, but to outlive.

To break the box they built for me,

And show the world what I could be.

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A neurologist with steady hands,

A poet who still understands.

A girl who walks through storm and flame,

But never bows or hides her name.

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I’ll go to Harvard, not to boast,

But prove I chased what I want most.

Not glitter, not a pretty face —

But purpose wrapped in silent grace.

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So judge me not by age or frame,

I’m thunder stitched into a name.

A soul too deep for shallow things,

A girl who asked for everything.

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By:

Wirda Siddique.

“This is a piece of my soul — raw, honest, and growing. Thank you for reading.”

Note:

This poem first appeared on my blog, a place where science, poetry and ridiculous curiosity all hang out.

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