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  • Nama Kerajaan: Marco Miguel Robertson
  • Daftar Bilangan: 62151-066
  • Umur:38
  • Masa Berkhidmat:15 + yrs.
  • Bandar Utama:Laurel, MD
  • Hukuman:HIDUP +24 yrs.
  • Caj Semasa:Pembunuhan
  • Alias:Marco Miguel
  • Melepaskan Tarikh:Mencari bantuan selepas disabitkan
  • Gabungan Penjara:Ortodoks Sunni Muslim
  • Circle Pengaruh:Tewhan Butler
  • Institusi:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • Saya seorang banduan Negeri Maryland di Unit Pengurusan Khas sistem penjara persekutuan pada tahun kelima belas HIDUP a + 24-hukuman tahun. Nope, NONE OF ia berbaloi!

Pada Cinta Saya Lihat

Saya melihat cinta melalui tingkap, di bersinar matahari cerah, sebagai putaran pusingan pantulan Mama saya sentiasa datang ke fikiran, dalam masa mungkin saya akan membebaskan, dan di sebelah Mama saya, di mana kita akan merenung bersinar yang sama yang kini datang pada saya.

Saya melihat cinta melalui lubang-lubang tingkap yang sama di, kerana ia tidak kaca kosong, ditetapkan pada jarak yang berpanjangan, Saya tidak tahu prettiness langit, Saya ingin memeluk dan tahan, hanya jika saya dapat memahaminya, I would embrace it so tight, with my every might, tidak pernah membiarkan pergi.

I look at love on my plain, but stained wall of about eight feet, dizzily dreaming, I stumble upon a gaze, in my rattled brain, that features bold visions of a newborn boy, the mini twin of me, gleefully chattering baby talk to his caring Mommy, the wife of me, it’s them who will possess and own my flesh and bones, no matter how old or lame I become, and may be.

Painfully, I look at love, as I blackout momentarily experiencing the evil of the blue eyed wickedness, upon my God given brown skin, then in soothing strokes of encouragement tending to match complexions similar to mine, I look at love in struggle feeling I’m close to death, as I taste my saliva, realizing I’m capable of dying via violence.

I look at love still wanting to climb and change, placing the past behind, stuck with thoughts of my killing, by those blue eyes, whom feel they’re sublime, based in a foundation of hate wielding anger, I’ll continue to look at love, though here it’s definitely a stranger. Please look at love, as you see me in faith, we will believe, while bouncing rays of hope, bounce from you to me.

Insya-Allah, we’ll meet, and look at each other love, while I drift into slipping thoughts of looking at love tomorrow, hoping I won’t forget it today, full of hollow sorrow. I’ll look at love, as I remember it’s existence past, long gone. Cinta, Saya, look at you deeply.

Marco Miguel Could Sure Use Some Love!!! 🙂

Poem By Marco Miguel

  

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