I am half
cast away the weighty envelope
into the crimson red box
I must clarify recurring doubts
surely I am no less entitled since the three books prior
each with delicate gold lettering
bound in red, concealing a younger face
which remains unchanged, would you believe?
my third decade began in May
yet, question three accusingly asked how long I broke my stay.
I remember unpacking possessions with thirteen year old hands
east of Rotterdam, we created a home
three years lived within the Netherlands
The form I completed to the best of my knowledge
a pledge that I am still who you say I am
Yes, this parent’s details are correct.
surely it should not affect the outcome of my little red book
if only they’d just carefully look, already
exceeding ‘standard’ waiting time
British citizenship was always hers,
as has it always been mine.