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  • Hallitus nimi: Marco Miguel Robertson
  • Rekisterinumero: 62151-066
  • Ikä:38
  • Aika Toiminut:15 + v.
  • Kotikaupunki:Laakeri, MD
  • Lause:LIFE +24 v.
  • Nykyinen Charge:Murha
  • Alias:Marco Miguel
  • Vuosi:Seeking jälkeinen vakaumus helpotusta
  • Prison yhteistyökumppanit:Ortodoksinen sunnimuslimien
  • Circle of Influence:Tewhan Butler
  • Laitos:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • Olen Marylandin vankina Special Management yksikkö liittovaltion vankilaan järjestelmä Viidentenätoista LIFE + 24-vuoden tuomion. NOPE, EI MITÄÄN se kannatti!

My Child, My Child, I’d Really Like to Know

Marco Miguel was an early contributor to Live form Lockdown while in solitary confinement in the the Special Management Unit in United States Penitentiary Lewisburg. Marco was a Maryland state prisoner serving LIFE and placed in federal custody because he was problematic in Maryland’s state prisons. Marco spent over 10 years in solitary confinement and complained that he felt he was trapped and constantly set up for failure by prison staff so that he would never get out of solitary confinement. Marco was a prolific writer. He enjoyed writing in different styles and on different topics. He was adamant about showing his range as a writer. Marco spoke of the hundreds and hundreds of compositions he had written and kept in his cell. His writing was his pride and joy. He always expressed worry about losing his writing collection to an envious cell mate or having them destroyed by prison staff. Over time, Marco’s writing began to get erratic as solitary confinement took a toll on his mental faculties. We believe solitary confinement got the best of Marco. He finally did leave solitary confinement. Unfortunately he left solitary confinement to go to MCFP Springfield, and administrative security federal medical center. Marco is still alive, although we do not know of his condition. LIVE continues to share Marco’s writings because we know he would want to be heard. Marco is proof of the devastating effects of solitary confinement.

Her caramel skin glistened under the summer’s sun. A shapely beauty with green eyes who would always angrily remind me they were hazel stood tall at Landover Metro bus station in Landover, Maryland. Out of the shotgun side of my 1985 Nissan Maxima station wagon I hopped, while my crime partner Big Coop manned the wheel. I approached this heavenly creature. She got in. We exchanged small talk and numbers before dropping her off at King’s Square apartments, which were a short ride away from the bus station, where she was staying with her brother. The year was 1993.

It wasn’t long before we graced her parents’ bed in their townhouse in Upper Marlboro, Maryland. She allowed me to penetrate her thickness. I never knew why young women almost always must have sex in their parents’ room or mother’s bed. Rebellious? Shocked I was by how tight she was. Signe (pronounced Sin-yay) was milshake thick I thought she was going to drown little 18-year-old me in her waters. A trip she was, playing the male role I knew. YEs, she’d call me for sex, then put me out immediately afterwards. I was her booty call! 🙂

After doing a couple month in the County, Signe was one of the first I saw when I exited the Howard County Detention Center in Jessup, Maryland, sisään 1994. As usual, I was unprotected, enjoying feeling her warm vice like grip and listening to the deep-throated moans of her pleasure. For the next couple months we talked on the phone, and I told her I had another stint to face at Prince George’s County Detention Center in Upper Marlboro, Maryland. Phone conversations, without sex, is what we had because she stayed thirty minutes away by car from me in Laurel, Maryland. Pohjimmiltaan, I was on square time, footing it, bussing it or catching rides. I had even signed up to go to Howard County Community College in Columbia, Maryland. I was hoping to get work release for serving an undercover cop crack-cocaine. During our conversations Signe would hint that she was pregnant and asked me several times to meet her parents. But when I directly asked her if she was pregnant, she’d say no. My responses to her requests to meet her parents were always, for whatever reason, no way, why and what for.

At the time I was represented by William Parker Jr. who was a paid attorney. He showed documentation that I was working at Bethesda Naval Hospital (Bethesda, Maryland) in the dietary department and presented proof that I had enrolled in college, but I was still denied the work release I hoped for. I was sentenced to a year in Prince George’s County Detention Center by the presiding judge over my case in circuit court. While incarcerated, Signe’s first etter contained pictures of her big as a house. If my memory serves me correctly, going back to August 1994, she said in the letter that she had a miscarriage.

I served about nine months and upon release in early 1995 I went to see her. In a dress that showcased every curve, smelling like a garden of flowers in bloom, Signe shone beautiful as usual. After a long night of smoking Newport cigarettes and skunk weed in White Owl blunts, I arrived around midday, parking my partner Big Shug’s old Chevy wagon in her parents’ drive way. Ehei, she wouldn’t give me none, commenting on how I smelled like smoke and that I was a dog. In the time that followed, into 1996, she’d persist with her remarks about me being a dog and wouldn’t let me have sex with her. She’d clam up when I asked what happened to the baby. Earlier in this particular journey, we exchanged many letters and phone calls, but when I questioned her about the baby, verbally or in writing, she’d go into her shell. To this day I am not certain what happened, and she never discussed it in detail with me. I’ve lost contact with here.

Rehellisesti, I curiously wonder if she truly had a miscarriage, an abortion or gave our child away in some sort of adoption agreement. My child, my child, I’d really like to know!?!

Reflection by Marco Miguel

 

  

One response to “My Child, My Child, I’d Really Like to Know”

  1. Candy says:

    Erittäin hyvin kirjoitettu. Toivottavasti missä hän on, hän on kunnossa ja kun hän voi, write again.

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