Nora Cooper - Depression, the Dude
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- Опубліковано 17 жов 2024
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Nora Cooper, performing at Rustbelt 2017 in Minneapolis, MN.
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'Sometimes the hot blade to my hip is the only way I can remind myself some part of me still wants to heal' damn that line
symlfan01 can you explain this sentence?
Don't Read Me Like This Depression is a state when sometimes you don't really feel like living anymore so when sth hurts you, you don't want to be healed. Still, when some part of your body, like a cut hip, gets injured, it will always heal, regardless of whether you want it to heal or not
@MAINGVRL I interpreted it more along the lines of self harm. If she cuts her hip, she feels the sharp pain and wants it to heal. When people self harm it's usually to break through the numbness depression brings. So I saw it that the only way she can remind herself she wants to heal is through self harm.
i cried
"Im in your head bitch." DAMN that line was the one that really touched me. I loved the raw emotions and pure pain she gave us. Amazing.
I cried at that
"I face myself and I say they are wrong about you girl. You are not weak you are surviving even when you are silent you are fighting. Girl just look you woke up today despite every reason you have ever had not to. "
Nora Cooper saved my life and I don't know how to tell her or how to thank her but I want her to know that I am grateful for all she does and that I wish her the absolute best.
"You are surviving. Even when you are silent, you are fighting..."
Angela Valerie I’m on the edge. Trying to wake up tomorrow surviving. But God help me. Holding on is too hard
@@dejablue4524 felt
So I was at the gym because it's good for my mental health, and also men terrify me.
And I realized that my depression is a lot like that guy lifting directly in front of the weight rack, and making noises like *grunts*
Clearly doesn't care about how much space he's taking up, or that no one wants to hear him sounding like he's taking the greatest shit ever-
Which is actually exactly how I imagine my depression will sound if it ever devours me.
But then, I just couldn't help but notice how much of a hyper-masculine dude bro my depression really is.
Like, that guy driving by slowly, and looking, and saying nothing, and reminding me he can take whatever I don't know how to keep from him.
Or like how every time I might experience a human emotion, there's the depression snarling in my ear-
"You gonna cry now girl? You gonna cry now?"
And me, biting down hard, and refusing to show anything he might call weakness, and getting angry instead.
And like how I always feel more brave, and strong when I am angry, mouthing off to my own brain, my voice raised and sharpened.
But sometimes depression is that guy at the bar, walks over all coarse growl and slurred speech, demands something of me
and my defiance trips over itself, it's like-
"C'mon girl, I know you want it, baby. You can't lie to me, you can't hide from me. I'm in your head, bitch. Can't take what you're giving can I?".
And I would be a liar if I didn't admit that sometimes I am giving,
Like the quick fuck is sometimes the only way I can remind myself of this living body, and that at least someone wants it to stay living.
Or like sometimes the hot blade to my hip is the only way I can remind myself some part of me still wants to heal.
Sometimes I just give whatever I feel I can choose to give still.
Like when I gave the boy my silence when he put his hands around my throat, before asking if I wanted them there.
Or like when I gave the depression five hours on the couch unmoving, because I was terrified of what it might make me do if I moved.
Like, just like those men, sometimes mouthing off to the depression just means I am that much less likely to be breathing tomorrow.
So on the days when everything that wants to take my body from me knows I want to let it, I don't bite back.
I make myself very small, and quiet, and still, and I give it whatever it needs to go away.
And then I face myself, and I say-
"They are wrong about you girl. You are not weak, you are surviving. Even when you are silent you are fighting. Girl, just look. You woke up today, despite every reason you have ever had not to".
shanananabatman Thank You! 😘
Thank you!
thankyou so much!
OMG, thank you so very much!!!
shanananabatman THANK YOU SO MUCH
Not only are her words so perfect in every sense of the word, her performance is *spectacular* . Every time she would characterize a different persona you could imagine exactly what she was describing just through her tonality like yusssssss
"Sometimes the hot blade to my hip is the only way I can remind myself some part of me still wants to heal." I relapsed with self-harm two days ago by burning myself with a blade, and my depression has been so bad lately that sometimes my knees go out from under me and I sit on the floor for hours barely able to remind myself to blink. I really, really needed to hear this. Thank you Nora, you have no idea how much this poem meant to me.
mariasdeath I’m here for you. You are strong
Added to my playlist as soon as she said "you gonna cry now, girl?" I loved that. It's exactly how I think of it. I loved the whole poem:)
I'm not the only one with a playlist
This poem hit me in ways I didn’t know were possible
"Biting down hard and refusing to show anything he might call weakness and getting angry instead and like how I always feel more brave and strong when I am angry mouthing off to my own brain" this sank in
Oh gosh 🖤 just powerful and relatable.
That hard grr in my ear saying are you gonna cry now, and me biting down as hard as i can to not give in and getting angry instead. A paraphrase but i feel that, am that, so much.
grateful that i just turned on notifications last night! this is so powerful
The fact this poem speaks on depression and opression is beautiful, and this is a work of art.
When she emotionally recites the last lines, it made me cry. I wish people understood how much strength it takes to just stay alive on some days when you are drenched in misery and every cell of your body is giving up. I wish people understood the hell we endure.
Those last lines hit me 😭
Her hand movements are so strong. Thanks for this.
the queen.. she lives
I'm in love with these words
Nora cooper is my hero
You know how sometimes there are just those pieces that explain exactly the weird shit you feel? This is one of them for me lol thank you Nora ❤
I've watched many many poems and videos like this, but this one.. I've never felt so understood by a video like this one
I love this poem and especially those last lines! So well done!
Nora always cuts right to my heart
Thank you so so much. 💋
“You are surviving, Even when you are silent...”
this... This hit me hard.
This whole poem, one big semi-truck head-on colliding with my barely there body -
(Thankful it is there, if only to feel that I am THERE.)
This is everything, magic
I just couldn't love it more
this is so beautiful it hurts. I relate to this so much.
This is really good. I love everyone's version of their depression. It's a good way to express it through a poem. ❤❤
Tears. Endless feels.
this was so beautiful and powerful, im very moved
I really appreciate this piece so much
I'm shaking and crying. yes. I understand the feeling very well. sending a thousand hand holds and company to sit on a wall at stupid AM when you can't cry anymore with.
this hit me like a brick - that's it, that's exactly how it feels for me too. Thank you for this poem.
girl, you’re beyond amazing
Oh, this is painful. I wish I could hug her.
This is so powerful
Wow!!! 😍💪🏻
So powerful and relatable and amazing!! Beautiful job!
The 10 people who disliked this have no idea. They don’t and won’t ever understand, the luckies
I needed this poem...thankyou so much
Thank you.
This Is so relatable holding back tears but getting angry in the progress
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
OMG I CRY
Love it!
This is so incredible, she’s so talented
amazing!
Beautiful
amazing poem but i’m upset the audience didn’t respond audibly at the points that definitely deserved recognition (aka basically throughout the whole thing)
That is because they didn't know how to react…I hope
I have been suicidal for the past year and there is no breaks. I can't feel happy, I can't feel sad, I can only hate myself. I can't feel anymore….I am already dead inside nothing will change if I die….I believe God because this can't be it I want to go to a place where I feel no pain...Please have me in your prayers
Absolutely incredible
this poem means so much to me thank you
This poem is powerful
Speechless 💕
crying this is so good
I needed this so bad.
Am I the only one who noticed she looks like she's shaking?
Lil Lovetta she’s talking about depression. Shaky topic.
That hit home
❤️ so powerful, the last lines got me.
So relatable
Wow.... that is so real it hurts
Why exactly is this so true? I don't understand how she so clearly put it all into words and why am i just seeing it and i have so many essays
to write and i'm just crying my eyes out?
What is actuallly going on?
This is so amazing in so many ways.
'Even when you are silent you are fighting...'
God. Just. Wow.
Omg this is beautiful
speechless
This was amazing and I see myself in her.
love you!!
chills
👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 wish they had the finger snap emoji !!
Woa.... so true and powerful
Love this !
Wow totally relate
YAAAAAS
This is amazing
Wow that was so perfect 😭
i chuckled a bit at the end where you can hear someone say "damn" idk why
THIS WAS INCREDIBLE WOW💛💕
#Justlove #justbeingme relentlessly Powerful message😎😍🤗✌✊👌👍🏿💎
i joyed your poetry
I know this isn't the intention of the poem. But I can't help just feel I want to stand behind her and be her power, be that unbreakable rock. That person you turn to when all the chips are down, that one reliable rock. Shit like this angers and motivates me at the same time. Be you Be brave Be Alive!
Once, after a poetry slam, I lined Nora's duffel bag with some rocks. I say this to tell you she doesn't need anymore rocks.
Also, she's pretty damn powerful on her own. Nice try, though.
It's quite obvious in the comment I know she doesn't need that. I even state it in the comment! The comment is about my reaction my emotions that this poem stirs in me. We all react differently to poems there is a reason I normally never comment. It's because people like you try one up, or shame a comment. I made this comment to show how I felt and how I reacted to the poem.
I cried at the 2 words "hot blade"
When I gave them my silence...🤯
YES YES YES
"And ,like, how I always feel more brave and strong when I am angry" FUCK
She woke up today. We woke up today. To anyone reading this, We woke up today.
You are so brave and beautiful :') ❤
🙌🏼
yes so true
What a beautifully Ill mind
Tell it, even if your voice shakes
You are not weak, you are surviving 😭
❤️
“Haley, you’re not even trying. You’re not fighting it. I wish I saw you put effort into keeping it away”- my mom. Something tells me she doesn’t get this.
So profound
💜💜
OMG YASSSS
Damn, I listened at the gym during a 4 plate lower back row. Feel man shamed. Nah, just f’ing with you bruh. Reps for Jesus. (But congrats to the poet. Well done.)
Wow
Long story short i tried to do the thing. Here's an apology:
I'm so sorry i did this
But please understand
That wasn't me
It's wasn't just me taking those pills
I was guided my misfired brain chemistry
I know i hurt you by hurting me
And i already have become nothing but regret
You see my bod makes me hollow
And every emotion i experience fills me
Until I am nothing but that emotion
But in still alive
I should've called a friend when you were at work
It's hard to open up again
It's hard to want to breathe
I'm tired of wanting to die
I know you are too
Just please don't leave me
I always get like this alone