No love in ten years. With the battles, with smiles, before I lose it with tears.
I’m standing tall at 6’, missing my family, knowing they miss me.
Now, allow me to describe what you see, or how I see me. I look in the mirror and I see a great man, half Black, Half Italian, half man and half amazing. I’m well into my 30’s. Praise Allah that I made it.
I’ve persevered being locked in these cages. I need a person that is gracious who I can see the future in my brown eyes; A friend who is uncomfortable telling lies.
When I write, I come alive! My chance to live twice, righting my wrongs of my past life, where I perfected my imperfections, living the fast life.
The measure of a man is how he handles the things that don’t work.
I have no time for any games with my eight ounce brain and one 189 pound frame. I’ve been through the struggle and the pain. I’m thankful for the wisdom I’ve gained.
I hope to reach a beautiful young lady, someone I can have a long lasting friendship with. Don’t hesitate to reach out!
P.S. On a side note, so you know, I can receive emails; however, I am unable to respond to them. So, if you would like to correspond with me, you will need to provide me with a way to contact you in your email message. Thank you for your time and God bless.