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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.
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
By taking away what I’ve grown,
for so long.
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.
My Idea, and Inspiration.
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.