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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.

“Hope You’re Having A Great Time!”


“Hope you’re having a great time!”  A warm and encouraging wish that is typically used when someone is away on a trip, vacation, event, or perhaps on a date.  This comment is normally sincere and genuine.  And under normal circumstances, I would probably do my best to oblige the person making the comment.

But then there is this…

“Hope you’re having a great time!”  Of course, in written form it looks no different than the way I typed it in the last paragraph.  For the purpose of this post, this time, the sentence is meant as pure sarcasm.  And it is directed at me.  I have received this comment many times from those who feel they need to comment on my divorce proceedings that have no say at all, but feel they have the right to get involved.  And admittedly, I have received this comment from a few people on “my side”.

In any case, their assumption, and it is 100% wrong, because there are very few people who are aware of what is actually going on with me.  And that knowledge is intentional, but my claim that the statement is wrong is an understatement.

Just as the events leading up to me filing for divorce, I kept them from everyone except for my ex-wife.  We knew our issues, and there were many attempts to deal with them, and those attempts failed every time.  And so it came as a shock to everyone, including her (though it should not have come as a shock), when I filed for divorce.  But here we are a year later, and as I have always done, for the most part, I have kept the majority of my decisions and actions to myself.

Now of course, because it is human nature to be involved in things that should not involve us, my keeping things close to the vest result in a stereotypical behavior.  Humans “assume”.

Yep.  Here it comes.  “You know what happens when you assume?  You make an “ass” out of “u” and “me”.  Okay, I got that out of the way.

So, things have finally been discussed, where they needed to be, in the courtroom.  Actually, I would have preferred to work this out than through the courts, but that was not my decision.  But, everything that anyone could want to know about what I have been doing, decisions being made, and more importantly “why”, were all discussed.

This time of year has always been difficult for me as it is.  I cannot remember the last time I enjoyed a “drama free” holiday season, and I am talking about going back three decades or more.  Whether it was health, life or death, employment, tragedy, I have not had one drama free holiday season that I can remember.

So I want to take the time to actually make a rare comment about my divorce.

“I am not having a great time.”  This is genuine and sincere.  It is not sarcasm.  Receiving death threats and harassing phone calls, texts, emails, and yes, even replies to this blog… not my idea of a great time.  Being unemployed, having lost my job assignment to corporate downsizing, complicated by my health issues… not my idea of a great time.  Facing daunting court orders that I cannot meet… facing penalties such as bank accounts being frozen (no money in them anyway), passport seized (I have not been planning any trips), and many other penalties such as potentially having my driver’s license suspended (tough to get a job if I cannot drive), to possibly facing jail time (which definitely will not help me get employed to produce income to meet the court’s orders)…not my idea of a great time.  Not seeing my daughters every day, even at the least via video phone calls… not my idea of a great time.

So for those who want to say that I must be “having a great time,” you must have a warped and sick idea of what a good time is, and perhaps your life might just be worse (if that is possible) than mine.

There is a big difference between having a good time, and survival… relaxation… staying focused.  Much like I needed my marriage to adapt, I have done it as a single person.  I have learned how to do without.  I have learned how to do things that help me unwind.  I budget my time and activities accordingly.

I exercise daily, which mainly consists of a walk on the beach.  It is very convenient to where I live.  So there are no excuses.  And although I live near a beach, I am far from tanned, because other than my walks, I do not go to the beach.  There are lots of activities all over the place here, but that is not to say that I attend them.  I enjoy music because it helps me unwind from the day’s torment.  So I often pull up a seat, which are free, and just sit there, listening to the performances.  A benefit to not having a regular income, I have lost weight.

In my new home, I have developed some amazing and supportive friends, who combined with my true friends back home, give me strength.  But it is not fun whatsoever, discussing my moods from the daily divorce issues.  But because the majority of my support network here has been through divorce, some several times, there is understanding.  And these are very good people, and I know some day, I will get to have pure enjoyment with them all.  And yes, some day, someone will come up to me, and tell me what they are currently going through, and just like my friends, I will be able to tell them, “it will get better.”

But for now, every day, it is the same thing.  Wake up.  Search for job opportunities.  And wait.  Get another harassing or threatening communication.  Unwind.  Then think about tomorrow.

No, I am not having a great time.  I do not have the chance.  And if you mistake my ability to find ways to relax and survive for fun, that is on you.

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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