Analysis of Daddy Please Don't, I Love you, Please daddy stop



Walking in my nightie; rubbing my eyes
My fathers sitting on the sofa with his friend
He pats the seat in the middle; I sit
Shivering so cold; a quilt he lends

"Jessy you love me don't you" a smile; his
Their breathe spirits weep
"Daddy you know I do; what is it?"
He smiles at his friend; his hand creeps

His friend takes my hand; looks me in the eyes
Daddy's creeping up my nightie; cold hands
I try to pull his hand away; grip is strong!
They look at one another; nod; something planned

I feel my palms sweat; Daddy's under my panties
"Daddy I'm going to bed! Night" Pulling again
But there grip is to strong for weak me
I look at both; and ask, who are these men?

His fingers going up me; pulling away
His friend leans forward; a kiss? Why?
His tongue moving mine; my eyes squint
Lean back and away; "Why are you doing this?"

No answer, I feel the pain inside me; him
Chucks the quilt on the floor; me to
I try and scamper away, but I'm not fast
"O Daddy please, I love you"

His friend; pulling at my nightie
And my Dad pulling my pants down
His friend pinning my hands to the floor
As my Dad lies himself on the ground

I squirm; as Daddy friend pulls me up
And places me on top of Daddy; thrusts within
I cry; I bite; I scratch; I slap; I fail
"O Daddy please you win you win!"

I can feel my skin rip; my virginity breaking free
I can feel the blood seep down my leg
"Daddy your hurting me please"
I plead to him and his friend; not even a beg

Daddy's laughing; why does he laugh?
His friend shoves himself in my mouth and moans
Tying my hands together; moving in and out
"Ride me Jessy" He laughs and groans

They smile at one another; laugh to
They roll me over and spread me wide open
My daddy sits on my face; himself in again
While his friend talks and pushes himself inside

I can hardly breathe; I gag for air
I cough and splutter; cry and weep
I beg and plead; but its no use
They've already made me hurt and bleed

I stare into his eyes; that look upon me
This is not my Dad; where is he?
If he was still here; would he care
Would he actually even; see?

Finally they get of and lie me on the sofa
My cheeks blotchy from tears and pain
They play with themselves; all over me
Rub it in; making me feel the shame

"Why Daddy? Please tell me why?"
Dad looks at his friend; and waves him away
"Jessy I love you" he smiles and kisses my cheek
"Is that all you have in your heart to say?"

He puts my nightie on me
He walks me to my bedroom door
Ever since that night; His friend
And himself every Friday come back for more

"Night sweet Girl; You are my life"
Closing the door, tears still down my face
Still the smell of him and his friend
Fade into me like disgrace

I watch the Moon go down; the sun come up
"Jessy it's school" Knocking at my door
I cant help but cry; weep in pain
Because I'm so scared he wanted more

But one night daddy took it too far
Daddy and his friend came back for one last shot
They were worried they would get caught
So him and his friend took me to a cemetery lot

I was blindfolded and my hands were tied back
"Daddy please!! Not tonight!"
Daddy and his friend both had their last fun
After that I tried to put up a fight

I begged daddy "Please no more!"
All he could say "Shut up you stupid whore!"
Daddy then finally took the blindfold off me at last
He said I love you so much

He went back into the car and pulled out a bat
"Daddy I swear I wont say a thing!!!!"
I was dead
After only one swing..........................


Scheme ABCX XDCX AXXX EFGF HIXX XJKJ BXLX MNXN GOEO XPXP JQFX RDXX GGRG XSGX IHXH GLBL XTBT MLSL XUUU XVQV LLKX XWXW
Poetic Form Quatrain  (50%)
Metre 100111011 110101010111 1101001011 100110111 1011111011 11101 101111111 11111111 1111111001 101011111 11111101111 11110101101 111111010110 101101111001 111111111 1111011111 11010111001 11110011 11101111 11001111101 11011010111 10110111 11010011111 1101111 1110111 01110111 111011101 111101101 111101111 010111110101 1111111111 11011111 11111110100101 111011111 1011011 111101111001 10101111 1110101101 101101010001 11101101 111101011 11110011110 110111101001 11110100101 111011111 1101101 11011111 101011101 11011111011 11111111 11111111 11100101 1001110111010 11101101 111011101 110101101 1101111 1111101101 101111101011 1111101111 111111 1111111 1011111 001100101111 1111111 100111111 10111011 1011101 1101110111 101110111 11111101 011111101 111101111 10011111111 10101111 1101111101001 1110011011 101101 1001111111 1011111101 1110111 1111111101 1011001011111 1111111 111010101101 101111101 111 101011
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 3,368
Words 703
Sentences 20
Stanzas 22
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
Lines Amount 88
Letters per line (avg) 30
Words per line (avg) 8
Letters per stanza (avg) 119
Words per stanza (avg) 32
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Submitted on August 11, 2017

Modified on May 04, 2023

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