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  • Serikali ya Jina: Mark Michael Robertson
  • Idadi kujiandikisha: 62151-066
  • Umri:38
  • Muda aliwahi:15 + yrs.
  • Nyumbani Town:Laurel, MD
  • Sentence:MAISHA +24 yrs.
  • Sasa Mfawidhi:Mauaji
  • Alias:Marco Miguel
  • Kutolewa Tarehe:Kutafuta baada ya kutiwa hatiani unafuu
  • Gerezani Maegemeo:Orthodox Sunni Muslim
  • Mzunguko wa Ushawishi:Tewhan Butler
  • Taasisi:USP Lewisburg (SMU)
  • Mimi ni Jimbo Maryland Mfungwa katika Kitengo Maalum cha Usimamizi wa mfumo wa shirikisho gerezani katika mwaka wa kumi na tano wa MAISHA + 24-mwaka hukumu. Nope, HAKUNA YA ni thamani yake!

Kwa Upendo Mimi Angalia

I look at love through the window, at the sun’s bright shine, as revolving rotations of reflections of my Mommy consistently come to mind, in time maybe I’m going to break free, and be beside my Mommy, where we’ll stare at the same shine that now comes down on me.

I look at love through the same window’s holes, as it doesn’t bare glass, fixed at a lasting distance, I don’t know the prettiness of the sky, I wish to hug and hold, only if I could grasp it, I would embrace it so tight, with my every might, kamwe kuruhusu kwenda.

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.

Mungu akitaka, 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. Upendo, I do, look at you deeply.

Marco Miguel Could Sure Use Some Love!!! 🙂

Poem By Marco Miguel


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