Good Father | Prentice Powell

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I’ve been hooked on Prentice Powell words for a little while now, so it’s no shock I’m doing a post on how he inspires me. It was hard deciding what poem to discuss about, so I will 100% be doing another one =) But today I chose “Good Father”, the reason why I personally fell in love with spoken word poetry was because it was unapologetic of its vulnerability. When I share my poetry, I literally share a piece of me - and this is exactly what I felt I got from Prentice Powell.

Often in life we hear the females version of being a single mother, not to often we hear from the single father’s perspective. On Arsenio’s show Prentice lays down his truth, how difficult it is for him to not see his son as often as he should, describing his son as himself because his son is a part of him. As he shared his truth on the stage, he broke out of “performing” and actually SHARED his emotions. I cried, when I saw he was tearing up. On his youtube page the description part he literally just writes “I just kept telling myself ‘make it through the poem P’”. I believe he was not performing at that moment in time, but declaring that he wanted his son.

The poem makes a statement on social media reality, we see people’s lives through social media and we automatically think everything is good on their end, sometimes even thinking “why can’t my life be that good”. But he’s telling you don’t call me a Good Father, because of a picture you have seen on social media, as there is so much going on beyond that picture. His reality is that he does not even get to see his son, because of distance. And even though, he contributes half of his child’s expenses, he is not given half the time, going on to say the pain it feels to know another man is raising his son. Which is his job.

Prentice Powell also makes a comment on how it is to be a “black father”, if you are familiar with his work, he does speak frequently on the black male’s image and the misconception of it. “the fact that I’m black should be irrelevant when it comes to my ability to raise my son”, as people think fathers like him are extinct - but here you have it a man and all he wants is a chance with his son.

This poem INSPIRES me, because it’s true x

Mina West x

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