@@memeosaurusrex3382 Ummm.. it's a joke? As in something you don't take seriously. The 'performance' and comments here are a breath-taking sign of the times. You are all insane.
@@shux422 why tf are you here if you don't like it? i swear i can never understand how people can make other people feel shitty and then pass it as a joke, and when the person gets upset they start whining that they cant make the joke anymore. like damn, didn't know your joke was more important than human emotions
@@DeathIsLethal Her brother said "you are the reason I wake up every morning" he didn't mean it. "It works every time" is him bragging that he can use words to get close to any girl. Which may mean that he's already learnt how to use words to get anything he wants from a woman. If that doesn't raise an alarm I don't know how else to explain it.
@@DeathIsLethal the problem wasn't the hug, it was his intent. That kind words and acts maybe used to conceal ones true intentions which may be dangerous and predatory. 🤔
The double entendres, the metaphors, the shifts, the fact that she literally translates the joke into English then translates the meaning and tone of it! This poem is a literary masterpiece. IM SHOOK!
@@rayyancrayon2364 in the end she was talking about her little brother, the fear she was talking about is that he will be like the men in the joke and as she said in the beginning a joke leaves less space for questions so they laughed...
They say that the best way to kill a joke is to explain why it's funny. So can we just take every slight, every snicker, every racist or sexist or ageist or any other -ist joke, and explain them away in such a beautiful way as she did. Can we do that?
I've done my best to transcribe the entire poem because even after having watched it a dozen times I still find myself chilled to the core both by the way it was written and the meaning behind it. How to translate a joke: A man walks into the market; looking for a date. He asks the village playboy for help. The village playboy says, “Watch and learn.” He walks up to a woman selling honey and says, “Do you have any honey, Honey?” She swoons. Gives him honey and a kiss. He walks up to a woman selling flowers and says, “Do you have any flowers, you Rose?” She melts. Gives him flowers and a kiss. He walks to a third woman, “Do you have any sugar, Sugar?” She practically dies. Gives him sugar and kisses him twice. The playboy comes back. “Your turn, Stud.” The man apprehensively walks up to a woman selling dairy and says, “Got any milk, Cow?” Realise that humour transcends all boundaries, That laughter is a language that know no borders, That this joke I learned in Arabic makes perfect sense in English, And French, And in any other language. Realise that we call women cows in every language. Realise that humour leaves little room for questions And even less room for victims And even less room for apologies. Realise that in one version of this joke the man is looking to pick up girls, In another he’s looking for a wife, In a third he is looking for an answer. And maybe the cow slaps him, Or the cow ask him to leave and he tries again, Or she walks faster, clutches her purse, Or maybe she threatens him and is jailed for treason, Or maybe the cow sues him and the case is dismissed, Or they settle down. We are willing to say offensive more than we say dangerous; As if harm isn’t transitive, As if it isn’t something you do to another person. We like to pretend that I am not as uncomfortable alone on the streets of New York as I am on the streets of Nepal, That a stroll in Philly, Indiana, Minnesota doesn’t bring as many stares as in India, Sudan or Egypt. That violence is a third world problem, That it isn’t here, Hiding in a conversation, Or a bouquet, Or a market That not being alone makes a difference. If they don’t get the joke; Say it again, Smile more this time, Repeat the punch-line, Pause for dramatic effect, Use jazz-hands if you have to. Laugh. In another version the man walks into the market looking for a date and leaves with an unwilling woman. A bounty that in my language I am a sweet, And if not that; a decoration, A flower, A gift. He walks up to the girl selling honey. She gives him her eyes, Her arms, Her silence. He walks up to the girl selling sugar. She practically dies. He walks up to the girl selling flowers, Calls her a rose, Strips all of her thorns, Sticks her in a bouquet. She fights, He breaks her, Calls her a dead thing, She melts, Is trampled in the market. There are four women in the joke, None of them speak. Realise that humour transcends all realities, That laughter is a language that knows no borders, That this joke that I heard in Arabic hurts just as much in English, And in French and in any other dialect. And in the last version, In the last version the man is foaming at the mouth with another girl’s jugular around his teeth, His Adam’s apple making excuses for him from all the way over there, And the market is cheering, And the girl’s hair is a bracelet around his neck, And the market is still cheering, Or the audience, Or the schoolyard, Or the other men, And he asks her name and she says, “You left a box of your things in my stomach, are you still trying to find yourself on another girl’s neck?” Last week: my seven year old brother said that I am the reason he wakes up every morning. I gave him a hug, He whispered to my mother, “Works every time.” I saw the fear in her eyes. We laughed.
You know I show things like this to my mom and she asks why I like to listen to people yelling at me. The reason is because they have something beautiful to say. It's because they thought out this thing and worked on it and made it perfect that they get their point across just right. This is beautiful and it makes you think. The yelling adds emotion and that emotion is beautiful.
Again, she stuns me. the use of the words in the joke in a darker context and how the poem is so simple to understand and apply to real life but isn't too twisted or complicated that the point doesn't come across. We, in western countries like America or Canada or Britain like to pretend like we don't have the same issues here as we do in third world countries but like Emi said, the same joke hurts just as much in France as it does in Sudan
"You left a box of your things in my stomach. Are you still trying to find yourself on another girl's neck." I think this is the best line I have ever heard.
The man left her pregnant, and the second line was a referral back to the "jugular around his teeth" line and "her hair around his neck" and I believe specifically taking about hickeys, generally placed on the neck.
THIS WAS THE MOST POWERFUL, UNSETTLING, JAW DROPPING AND ROLLERCOASTER OF A POEM. Made me laugh, melt, stunned, horrified, scared and QUIET REAL QUIET. WOW.
The thing is I NEVER CRY, like it's been YEARS. And here I am, it's 1 AM, I feel like I've been punched in the stomach and like my heart burst out of my chest and got pierced. I listened to every word, at the end I was sad it ended, happy it was beautiful, afraid because it was so true... I usually say "I hanged on every word" to compliment good essays/poems/speeches, I didn't realize that it wasn't true until now, I thought I really listened but I didn't, it takes so much talent to make someone *really* listen.
Incredible! The set up as a joke first was a fresh introduction to a poem, but it only got better from there! Genuinely in love with the words and the performance.
I absolutely love her! That night of the slam poetry with her as the principal poet, gave me chills, I cried twice and was SO looking forward for having at least some of it uploaded! Thank you!
How did I just find this now? A genujne work of art. Makes you pause, think, and question things. The jolliness at the start that sparked laughter and intensity it transitioned into which enlightened several realizations are what made me love this.
This was a slap in the face of how many we leave silent, victimizing them relentlessly without an opportunity for vocalizing. This is madness but her words illuminate the problem in every society.
Your lyrics are amazing! You speak the truth of so many. As I listened, I wanted to say, "slow down, slow down!" For what you say, needs to be heard and allowed to sink in. Thank you for sharing!
@@noorfatima6423 Laughing does not mean that it is a joke. Or that you only laugh when something has to be funny. At the end they were laughing because of fear.
Can anyone please offer some insight for the following lines: "You left a box of your things in my stomach" "Are you still trying to find yourself on another girls neck" The reaction from the crowd suggests theres a message or deeper meaning there but I can't quite figure it out
I believe "you left a box of your things in my stomach" is probably referring to pregnancy. And the other I'm not SURE about, but I believe it's about how she's saying-He's lost too, you know? He's trying to find himself, trying to find his "masculinity", as the world describes it, in sexual incounters with women and that when he was with her, he was also with another girl at the same time.
I came here for a good time. Did I get a good time? Yes. Am I teary-eyed and is my heart heavy with discomfort and a grief I can only describe comes from Button Poetry's? Yes.
I am not the poet, so don't take my words as stone. She's saying that her brother already knows how to manipulate women with words, and she knows that. Her mother knows that. Still, they laugh because her brother says it as a joke. This repeats the sentiment of the entire poem, boys and men use kinds words to get women to do what they want and it's all brushed off as a joke.
"There's 4 women in the joke. None of them speak." My jaw just hit the floor.
kayla slack I’m rlly rlly shallow so I don’t get it could u explain!? 😳😳😳
amem eyrah none of the women in the joke have agency; they’re not in control of their own interactions
@@memeosaurusrex3382 Ummm.. it's a joke? As in something you don't take seriously. The 'performance' and comments here are a breath-taking sign of the times. You are all insane.
@@shux422 why tf are you here if you don't like it? i swear i can never understand how people can make other people feel shitty and then pass it as a joke, and when the person gets upset they start whining that they cant make the joke anymore. like damn, didn't know your joke was more important than human emotions
I love how she reuses the words of the joke, but now in a different, more horrifying context. The contrast gives me chills.
That last line about her brother gave me the chills
We make our own monsters indeed
you when she said "we call women cows in every language" I actually got goosebumps. The ending hurt so much too
RealisticHuman I didn't understand the ending
RealisticHuman can someone explain the ending to me I don’t get it
@@alicebrouillard4483 I asked my sister for a hug this morning because I was feeling down, guess that means I'm destined to be a rapist!
@@DeathIsLethal Her brother said "you are the reason I wake up every morning" he didn't mean it. "It works every time" is him bragging that he can use words to get close to any girl. Which may mean that he's already learnt how to use words to get anything he wants from a woman. If that doesn't raise an alarm I don't know how else to explain it.
@@DeathIsLethal the problem wasn't the hug, it was his intent. That kind words and acts maybe used to conceal ones true intentions which may be dangerous and predatory. 🤔
The double entendres, the metaphors, the shifts, the fact that she literally translates the joke into English then translates the meaning and tone of it! This poem is a literary masterpiece. IM SHOOK!
I'm so late but thanks I needed these language features for my language work. The poem was amazing!!!
that ending gave me chills
Kyle Hill same here, my whole body just got chills.
it didn't get the end
@@rayyancrayon2364 in the end she was talking about her little brother, the fear she was talking about is that he will be like the men in the joke and as she said in the beginning a joke leaves less space for questions so they laughed...
"Or they settle... down..." lowkey the hardest line in the poem
Honestly. I feel like that was the most overlooked part.
@@naomi-vu9wc And settle down refers to a culture which demands the victim to marry the rapist
The cow speaks while the Rose is stripped of her thorns. While the others are now dead decorations. I was completely taken aback.
This was an absolutely stunning poem. One of my favorites.
''We call women cows in all languages'' Geez! I was taken aback by that.
''We are more willing to say offensive than dangerous''
They say that the best way to kill a joke is to explain why it's funny. So can we just take every slight, every snicker, every racist or sexist or ageist or any other -ist joke, and explain them away in such a beautiful way as she did. Can we do that?
God I hope so.
SPcamert Omo this is the best thing I read today!
What if they just say "nevermind" and refuse to explain it?
Humour leaves less room for questions. And even less room for victims. And even less room for apologies.
I've done my best to transcribe the entire poem because even after having watched it a dozen times I still find myself chilled to the core both by the way it was written and the meaning behind it.
How to translate a joke:
A man walks into the market; looking for a date.
He asks the village playboy for help.
The village playboy says,
“Watch and learn.”
He walks up to a woman selling honey and says,
“Do you have any honey, Honey?”
She swoons.
Gives him honey and a kiss.
He walks up to a woman selling flowers and says,
“Do you have any flowers, you Rose?”
She melts.
Gives him flowers and a kiss.
He walks to a third woman,
“Do you have any sugar, Sugar?”
She practically dies.
Gives him sugar and kisses him twice.
The playboy comes back.
“Your turn, Stud.”
The man apprehensively walks up to a woman selling dairy and says,
“Got any milk, Cow?”
Realise that humour transcends all boundaries,
That laughter is a language that know no borders,
That this joke I learned in Arabic makes perfect sense in English,
And French,
And in any other language.
Realise that we call women cows in every language.
Realise that humour leaves little room for questions
And even less room for victims
And even less room for apologies.
Realise that in one version of this joke the man is looking to pick up girls,
In another he’s looking for a wife,
In a third he is looking for an answer.
And maybe the cow slaps him,
Or the cow ask him to leave and he tries again,
Or she walks faster, clutches her purse,
Or maybe she threatens him and is jailed for treason,
Or maybe the cow sues him and the case is dismissed,
Or they settle down.
We are willing to say offensive more than we say dangerous;
As if harm isn’t transitive,
As if it isn’t something you do to another person.
We like to pretend that I am not as uncomfortable alone on the streets of New York as I am on the streets of Nepal,
That a stroll in Philly, Indiana, Minnesota doesn’t bring as many stares as in India, Sudan or Egypt.
That violence is a third world problem,
That it isn’t here,
Hiding in a conversation,
Or a bouquet,
Or a market
That not being alone makes a difference.
If they don’t get the joke;
Say it again,
Smile more this time,
Repeat the punch-line,
Pause for dramatic effect,
Use jazz-hands if you have to.
Laugh.
In another version the man walks into the market looking for a date and leaves with an unwilling woman.
A bounty that in my language I am a sweet,
And if not that; a decoration,
A flower,
A gift.
He walks up to the girl selling honey.
She gives him her eyes,
Her arms,
Her silence.
He walks up to the girl selling sugar.
She practically dies.
He walks up to the girl selling flowers,
Calls her a rose,
Strips all of her thorns,
Sticks her in a bouquet.
She fights,
He breaks her,
Calls her a dead thing,
She melts,
Is trampled in the market.
There are four women in the joke,
None of them speak.
Realise that humour transcends all realities,
That laughter is a language that knows no borders,
That this joke that I heard in Arabic hurts just as much in English,
And in French and in any other dialect.
And in the last version,
In the last version the man is foaming at the mouth with another girl’s jugular around his teeth,
His Adam’s apple making excuses for him from all the way over there,
And the market is cheering,
And the girl’s hair is a bracelet around his neck,
And the market is still cheering,
Or the audience,
Or the schoolyard,
Or the other men,
And he asks her name and she says,
“You left a box of your things in my stomach, are you still trying to find yourself on another girl’s neck?”
Last week: my seven year old brother said that I am the reason he wakes up every morning.
I gave him a hug,
He whispered to my mother,
“Works every time.”
I saw the fear in her eyes.
We laughed.
Karolin Youngblood thank you!
Thank uuuu
THANK YOU!
Thank you..
Thank you so much
You know I show things like this to my mom and she asks why I like to listen to people yelling at me. The reason is because they have something beautiful to say. It's because they thought out this thing and worked on it and made it perfect that they get their point across just right. This is beautiful and it makes you think. The yelling adds emotion and that emotion is beautiful.
Um yelling??
Again, she stuns me. the use of the words in the joke in a darker context and how the poem is so simple to understand and apply to real life but isn't too twisted or complicated that the point doesn't come across. We, in western countries like America or Canada or Britain like to pretend like we don't have the same issues here as we do in third world countries but like Emi said, the same joke hurts just as much in France as it does in Sudan
"You left a box of your things in my stomach. Are you still trying to find yourself on another girl's neck."
I think this is the best line I have ever heard.
MusicCharms Can you explain that line and how you interpret it? I think I get it but I’m not sure.
Any ideas to what it means?
The man left her pregnant, and the second line was a referral back to the "jugular around his teeth" line and "her hair around his neck" and I believe specifically taking about hickeys, generally placed on the neck.
Oh my God this is officially one of my favorites! I'm in love.
THIS WAS THE MOST POWERFUL, UNSETTLING, JAW DROPPING AND ROLLERCOASTER OF A POEM. Made me laugh, melt, stunned, horrified, scared and QUIET REAL QUIET.
WOW.
The thing is I NEVER CRY, like it's been YEARS. And here I am, it's 1 AM, I feel like I've been punched in the stomach and like my heart burst out of my chest and got pierced. I listened to every word, at the end I was sad it ended, happy it was beautiful, afraid because it was so true... I usually say "I hanged on every word" to compliment good essays/poems/speeches, I didn't realize that it wasn't true until now, I thought I really listened but I didn't, it takes so much talent to make someone *really* listen.
Incredible! The set up as a joke first was a fresh introduction to a poem, but it only got better from there! Genuinely in love with the words and the performance.
This poem was a gift to hear
BOOM. So so powerful. This is one of the best poems Button has ever posted.
wow....that ending is exquisite. almost made me cry actually
Amazing depth and clarity
this is so beautiful oh my gosh
Emi balances raw emotion with humour and poetic rhythm so well - the message carries so effortlessly. I loved this.
I have watched this more than 10 times and I’m still impressed by it. I love this and it’s officially my favorite poem, it’s so freaking powerful.
That went from 0-100 real quick!
love this so much, the switch from humor to reality, to realize that humor is the silence and justification of reality
Wow I love how flowery this poem is in a clever, tactical way. Really amazing composition.
I absolutely love her! That night of the slam poetry with her as the principal poet, gave me chills, I cried twice and was SO looking forward for having at least some of it uploaded! Thank you!
How did I just find this now? A genujne work of art. Makes you pause, think, and question things. The jolliness at the start that sparked laughter and intensity it transitioned into which enlightened several realizations are what made me love this.
May I just say.. that's her voice is sooo refreshing 😭💕🦋
This is a perfect example of why poetry is considered art
This woman though...I am speechless. She is brilliant.
This was so beautifully written. It transforms, and the ending gave me chills.
strong! ive spend practically my entire life getting uncomfortable at "jokes", fighting and being neglected. more power to you.
This was a slap in the face of how many we leave silent, victimizing them relentlessly without an opportunity for vocalizing. This is madness but her words illuminate the problem in every society.
Your lyrics are amazing! You speak the truth of so many. As I listened, I wanted to say, "slow down, slow down!" For what you say, needs to be heard and allowed to sink in. Thank you for sharing!
The end, and the way she spoke, how you can feel the pain in her voice, my eyes are watering, this is so powerful and so sadly accurate.
an absolutely amazing poet ❤️
gave me chills 3 times, the last one when she finishes the poetry and it's still here when I am writing.. WOWWWWW!!!!!
That headwrap and jewels though ❤✨
love this
We laughed..
Can you explain me? I didn't get the last part
@@noorfatima6423 Laughing does not mean that it is a joke. Or that you only laugh when something has to be funny. At the end they were laughing because of fear.
@@noorfatima6423 in her native language Arabic we got a wisdom (شر البليه مايضحك )
sorry I'm not good English speaker
I can't translate this proverb
That Final Line! OMG! Emi Mahmoud is amazing!
One of the best spoken words I've ever heard.
I have goosebumps, I'm speechless.
Can anyone please offer some insight for the following lines:
"You left a box of your things in my stomach"
"Are you still trying to find yourself on another girls neck"
The reaction from the crowd suggests theres a message or deeper meaning there but I can't quite figure it out
I believe "you left a box of your things in my stomach" is probably referring to pregnancy.
And the other I'm not SURE about, but I believe it's about how she's saying-He's lost too, you know? He's trying to find himself, trying to find his "masculinity", as the world describes it, in sexual incounters with women and that when he was with her, he was also with another girl at the same time.
I am speechless!!!!
WOW.
Toshi J your profile pic fits it. I was amazed too
EmilyAnn Miller lol. Thanks. Yea, she's amazing
I replay this over 15 times. Why does this poem speak to my soul
oh my goodness, is she sudanese? i see that in her. this is brilliant.
she is sudanese!! you should check out her other poems---she's amazing.
The ending depicted that small fear we have for our brothers or sons. It hit home :O
This poem is beautifully moving, just wow.
oh my..
The end was chilling
i got chills…. this is so good.
Got chills so many times during this poem. Truly amazing
Wow.
I know I'm not the only one who went from cracking up laughing to balling tears. 👏🏾👏🏾✊🏾❤️ love from Minnesota
Signed a fan!!!
Chills all over
This was tremendously powerful
jeesh this needs a content warning. thought it would be cheerful. way to true. and glad it had crossed my path.
Emi, you are such an amazing poet.. I am a fan
I came here for a good time. Did I get a good time? Yes. Am I teary-eyed and is my heart heavy with discomfort and a grief I can only describe comes from Button Poetry's? Yes.
OH GOD, THIS IS GOLD.
she came to my school once, and spoke.. it was amazing
omg the brother part is unsettling
This was completely and utterly beautiful, thankyou so much for sharing
"we say offensive more than we say dangerous"
All of her poems are awesome! Great, inspiring woman :)
i did not expect how freaking good this was gonna be
it kept me on the edge of my seat
Speechless!
IM SHOOK. just splendid.
What an amazing poem. So powerful.
This gave me chills! Beautiful :)
She is so outstanding oh my gosh I love her
Yesssssss🙌🏾🙌🏾 The last part gave me chillsss
She's the sun, much love to you Emi
Loving Emi's work 💕
well done. well said. thank you for sharing.
I cannot stop watching this
Beautiful I had to listen to it again..
this was spectacular!💙
This has me shook, I am floored
One word. TRUTH
"Femme qui rie à moitié dans ton lit"... ça fait plus autant rire maintenant 😣☹.
J'applaudie le génie de cette femme 👏🏾.
wow. wow. wow. i can’t get over this.
you are so brilliant i'm such a fan
She is great with beautiful smile
woah thank you!!brilliant work!!
When you realize the horrible joke behind the jokes. I'm shookt.
so poniangnt. so beautiful. so true.
The ending is such a twist and her tone is perfect ahh
Wow. Just wow this was incredible
Amazing, so powerful
What a beautiful strong confident woman But I don't see the joke I shed a tear 😢
The way this hits so much harder after the Chris Rock joke. Speaks loads.
I'm not really understanding the ending, can someone explain me please?
I am not the poet, so don't take my words as stone. She's saying that her brother already knows how to manipulate women with words, and she knows that. Her mother knows that. Still, they laugh because her brother says it as a joke. This repeats the sentiment of the entire poem, boys and men use kinds words to get women to do what they want and it's all brushed off as a joke.
Goldievoi thank you for answering
+Goldievoi thanks gold
I'm in awe!