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Prentice Powell – Good Father


The following is a transcript from a monologue given by Prentice Powell on the Arsenio Hall show earlier this year.  His words are quite powerful.  The video link is pasted down below.  The transcript is provided by the website Prezi.

Transcript of Prentice Powell – “Good Father”

Prentice Powell
I’m tired of us always having to prove our love to our sons
One of the biggest complements I get a lot of the times
Is how great of a father I am
They see pictures on the internet
And people complement you a lot because they see photos
And honestly sometimes, I wanna tell people
“Don’t tell me I’m a good father when you don’t know anything about me”
Fun loving daddy and son pictures on the Facebook page do not equate (…) values into your child’s development
And the fact that I’m black should be irrelevant when it comes to my ability to raise my son
My skin tone should not make me any better or worse when it comes to the paternal instinct but
Because fathers like me are apparently extinct I get asked for prays
And for what?
For doing what I’m supposed to do?
From strangers?
Strangers who don’t know when my son was born I only got him from twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, when to the court to get more time, came back with twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, plus child support fought for a year, had him for a year and half if not more, had him fifty percent of the time if not more, only to lose him when he started school to summer time and rotate in the holidays

Strangers who don’t know when my son was born I only got him from twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, when to the court to get more time, came back with twelve-noon on Saturdays to five p.m. on Sundays, plus child support fought for a year, had him for a year and half if not more, had him fifty percent of the time if not more, only to lose him when he started school to summer time and rotate in the holidays
So when you see me in the streets with my little one and wanna say
“It’s so good seeing a father doing his job spending that quality time” don’t because I am being robbed
Robbed with the greatest gift
Forced to live through pictures on an IPhone to recognize the touch of my lips more than they do my fingertips And the smell of his lotion everyday I rub into my skin so when I smell myself, I think of him
Forced to live through memories that occur within a span of one week
Through occasions on a web cam chat with a child too young to speak back so when he reaches to you through that camera, all you can say is “son, I miss you too”
Or learn watching your son learn how to ride a bike via Skype in the hands of another man and even though he is a good man and you are glad he’s around, that man is not you
Or learn watching your son learn how to ride a bike via Skype in the hands of another man and even though he is a good man and you are glad he’s around, that man is not you
And not letting his mother know that all this is getting to you so you get up to grab some tissue because at all times that distance of 3174 miles can feel more like 3 million
Try dropping your son of at the airport with three teeth in his mouth go 4 weeks and come back with 5 and see if you don’t beat yourself up for not being around during that time so don’t tell me I’m a good father when you don’t know anything about me
Try to convince the court that knows nothing about you that you are simply worthy of time
See thousands of people inspired by your story but still feel that you are getting nowhere
Have people motivated by the pain that sits right here everyday inside of your chest and that same pain be the reflection of the amount of love that you possess, I want you to imagine your newborn baby sleep
You’re watching him, trying to get the sleep padderns down pack praying to get you get it right because you have 1 night not to go 6 days until you get him back, imagine

Being able to fly through this world, doing what you love to do but because of a court order your son before the age of 1 has to fly twice a month and maybe by the age of 2, he’ll have more frequent fly miles than you
Try never spending a day in your life locked up in prison and still watch your child grow up primarily through photos
Learn about his milestones via text message or Facebook and see if you don’t feel numb so how can I smile when people tell me I’m such a good father when I feel like I’m not being given enough time to actually be one
Raise your son without feeling like you actually raised him
And I know everything in this world doesn’t always go the way we plan and I can accept that all that’s fine
I just don’t understand how a man can be forced to pay half of day care, half of medical expenses, food, clothes, water but the same man that laid down to create that child is not automatically given half of the time, something about that situation is not right and when i’m done with this poem, I mean this, I don’t care if any of you clap, I just want my prays, my air, my earth, my water, my moon, my son, my baby, my motivation, my son
I just want my chance
I just want my son Justice Prentice Powell
I want my baby, back.

A Throwback Thursday From The Heart


The birth of a child, is one of the most beautiful experiences a parent can experience.  I am not just talking about the actual “birth” as experienced in a medical facility.  I am talking about the “birth” of a child into a family.

For many, biological birthing is not an option to those who wish to be parents.  Other options to assist in physically giving birth exist, but for many, not even those methods provide fruitful.

For parents like me, for me to become a parent, adoption was the only option available.  One of the chemotherapy drugs used to treat my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma was “mustargen”, a derivative of the same mustard gas Saddam Hussein used to kill thousands of his people.  The plus side about the drug is that it was critical in curing my cancer.  The down side, it also took away my ability to have children.

My only option, if not able to have a significant other give physical birth to my child, yet be able to experience “birth”, was to go through adoption.  Once that decision was made, the decision of whether to go international or stay domestic had to be made.  I will address what went behind those decisions in a different post.  Today, I wanted to make this post about what it was like, to experience the “births” of my daughters.

Both of my daughters were adopted from China.  We submitted our dossiers (biological and personality information about us) to China, and the magic happened.  Daughters were matched up to us, and we were sent photos along with information about our daughters.  Travel needed to be planned to adopt our daughters.  You can equate this to all the pre natal appointments.

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I can only imagine about the range of emotions and excitement swirling in a delivery room.  And other than the physical experiences of giving birth, I am certain what happened next, whether through adoption or giving birth, the feelings of becoming a parent were the same.

All the families who travelled with us were gathered into a main room.  Down the hallway, we could hear the cries of our children coming to us, assisted by staff from the orphanage where our daughters were adopted from.

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And then it happened, just as a doctor delivering a baby, our daughters were placed into our arms.

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It took less than five minutes after Madison was placed in my arms that I knew I wanted to adopt again, and this would bring Emmalie into our lives.  Yes, that is how I experienced “birth.”

Not only did I gain two beautiful girls into my life, but so many other people who will always be forever in my heart.  There are the “facilitators” that took care of us while we were in China.

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And of course, there were nineteen other families that forever will be tied to us for the rest of our lives.

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For some, we may never see each other again, but there is a reason that adoptive families are often referred to as “forever” families.  Our daughters that were adopted together all share that one bond with each other, the dates of March 14, 2004 and February 6, 2006.  Most of the children still see each other to this day, perhaps not in large groups, but by individual visits.  And with social media, it makes it even easier for the children to keep in touch with each other as they grow into their teen years.

Today is a special Throwback Thursday for me.

Here I Am, A Man Against The World


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I want to offer a bit of a disclaimer with this post, because the title makes it look like this is going to be a super negative and depressing post.  Quite the contrary, it is going to be a post that is truly inspirational.  So please, read this post for what it is truly meant to represent… determination, hope, perseverance, survival.

I am a musician by nature, and most of my internal strength I draw comes from every note that I sing, every tune that I hear, every beat that I feel.  I listen to most kinds of music depending on the kind of mood I am in, or the mood I need to be put in.

When it comes to inspirational songs, many find strength through church hymns, and there are plenty.  Contemporary songs have such inspirational lyrics by the likes of Josh Groban, Bette Middler, and the late Whitney Houston.  But for me, no song sums up my life, no song lifts me up higher, than a song that never really got any kind of airplay, and was pretty much hidden in the Karate Kid 2 soundtrack.  But being a true fan of music, I listen to a lot of music that does not make mainstream radio.

I came across this song ironically, during the days when I was diagnosed with cancer.  But nearly 25 years later, I still find myself facing struggle after struggle, never giving up.  And while I do have loved ones close to me who stand by me, and friends who support me, ultimately, it still falls upon me, to get through my trials.  It is a beautiful and powerful song written and recorded by the late Jimi Jamison of Survivor, and recorded by the band of the same name.  It is called “A Man Against The World.”  You can listen to the song, and view the powerful video at this link:

The music is beautiful.  The words… well… read on, and you be the judge if it sums me up and you will see, why I will never give up.  It is not in me.

“A Man Against The World”

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“Have you ever walked alone at night like a man against the world.  No one takes your side, a boat against the tide.”

A small child, I was an easy target of bullies.  Not just one-on-one, but more often than not, gangs of bullies.  People who I thought were friends, stood by and only watched the daily beatings I took.  My days in school were not spent learning, but studying how to evade those waiting in ambush for me on school property, and beyond, on my way home.  No father around to teach me to defend myself.  My family telling me to turn the other cheek or worse, calling the school to report the incidents which I soon learned to no longer speak of them.  And of course, school officials telling me to “start standing up for myself.”

“When your faith is shaken you start to break, and you heart can’t find the words, tossed upon the sand I give you a man against the world.”

The first Edelman to graduate from high school, I enrolled in a local college.  While studying, I held a full time job and a part time job.  A management opportunity was offered to me, leading to me withdrawing from college with less than a semester to go.  But it was a career move that was expected to set me up for life.  It did not.

“All the people cheer ’til the end is near and the hero takes a fall.  Then they’ll drag you through the mud, you’re only flesh and blood.”

I would now officially begin my life simply surviving working in the “working world” with college no longer a consideration.  But my work skills instead of being seen as a benefit by my employers, were seen as threats by my co-workers.  There were never intentions of replacing anyone’s position by me, but my work ethics were always seen as “getting in their way” or “showing them up.”  My reputation became more about my “inability to get along with others.”

“I have walked the path from dark to light and they’ve yet to come to terms.  Alone I take my stand, I’m only a man against the world.”

And just when I finally seem to get my world to be what everyone else wants it to be, and all should be good and perfect, I am diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, cancer.

“And love, like a distant reminder it tugs at my shoulder, it calls me home.  I shout, can a single voice carry, will I find sanctuary within your arms?”

Following a failed marriage, based on false hopes of a family, I move on to another relationship.  Get married.  Adopt two beautiful girls.  Again, life going great, and another major health issue strikes.  Only now it appears far worse news, because it became apparent that the treatments used to save my life, now almost resulted in costing me my life, and from that point on, would discover many other health challenges that I would face.

“Someday when the answer’s clearer, someday when I even the score.  You’ll reach and you’ll find me near you, right beside you, forevermore.”

I would much rather forget the last twelve months.  Having filed for my second divorce.  Having to put my best fur friend Pollo to sleep, after his fourteen years of a healthy and fun life, left him unable to see, hear, and smell, most importantly the loss of his never-ending wagging tail.  The loss of a close friend from the same cancer that I had, coincidently at the same age as I was when I dealt with it.  The loss of my father after battling lung cancer as defiantly as he possibly could.  The loss of my job after 17 years due to corporate downsizing and complications of my health.  And because of the violent reactions of certain family members through my marriage, I relocated a great distance away from my daughters, just so that they would not be a witness to the aggression and harassment from those family members towards their father.

“But for now I’ll walk the night alone like a man against the world.  A brand new day will shine through the avalanche of time.”

Now in the process of my second divorce, facing all kinds of consequences as a result of domestic court, still searching for employment, and most importantly, anticipating the next time I will ever see my daughters if these situations are not resolved, I am still fighting.  I am not giving up.

“Now the road’s grown long, but the spirit’s strong, and the fire within still burns.  Alone I take my stand, I give you a man against the world.”

I have the strongest support of my friends both far and near, in physical presence or on-line.  I have the love of my family, and my daughters to give me strength.  And I have the love of one of the strongest women I will ever know to keep pushing me forward, looking forward to the day that this will all be behind me.

I am typing this, because I truly believe that day will finally come.  If I did not believe that, I would have given up a long time ago.  Some may see me as an “angry” person.  Though really, could you blame me given everything I have been through (there is actually a lot more than I have written, but what I did write is bad enough by itself)?  But I have never given up.  I fight not because I like to, but because I have to.  When I have finally dealt with everything, and corrected everything, and the way that does not sacrifice who I am, those who have stood by me, and most importantly, my daughters will know that I stood tall and survived.

I give you, a man against the world.

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