Renew

I am half

cast away the weighty envelope

into the crimson red box

once again

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

a birthplace

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

laboriously filled,

a pledge that I am still who you say I am

Nairobi?

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.

we are continually expanding