Chivs86 Poetry - Dellilah I’d Rather Die!

Chivs86 Poetry -
Dellilah I’d Rather Die.


I lied to you like a liar,
And I will again - Delilah.

Dellilah!…

if you try to cut my hair.

I will kick off,
with my last ounce of strength.

If you ever try to take me near-
a barber shop again.


Cut me down, and take my power.

I WON’T SIT & LET YOU DO IT.

Not now! Not in an hour!


Will I let you ruin it for me.
My creation, my image that I made.

Not now, or when I’m Forty.
Will I so,

Let you bring into question
my survival.


By taking away what I’ve grown,
for so long.

Because otherwise
Dellilah I’d rather die.


Not now before my time,

but then if you cut my short-

I may be too weak to survive.

So not now,
or when I’m Seventy Five

Will I let you, cut me short-

Dellilah! I’d rather die.

Obviously the bible story was my inspiration. More than anything. The story of a man with an image who didn't want to be like everyone else. That was his strength. His power that was taken away by others envy. A parallel I kind of relate to my own long hair. Not that people are plotting against me, but the amount of people that say to me things like "Cut your Hair", "Get a Haircut" etc. I can kind of get what things were like for Samson.

Now people who know me will probably laugh reading this, but this is how I feel. If I have my hair cut - I will lose my strength. My individual image. Like Samson - and in my incurred weakness - I will make myself vunerable.

Back to the original idea. It came to me just as I was about to leave my flat. I had my MP3 Player on & I heard the Master P line: From the song - No Limit to this Real ****

Samson cut his hair off, then he lost his power/
Pillow talking, chasing bad hoes, call em dollalar/

From then the idea struck me. If I have my hair cut I could lose my power, like Samson. Which I could suppose could be counted as the catylst for the poem. Which I was inspired to write about a day later. Basically because I was on facebook, and I read on my older sisters status - something about her cutting my hair off whilst I slept on her sofa. Something what kind of annoyed me, and reading the comments I could only think of the witches of Macbeth. Like it was only a joke - but if it wasn't it would be considered scheming. So then it came to me - If I'm Samson then there Delilah(s) and this is how this poem came about.