I Got Flowers Today
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Concluida jue, oct 25, 2018<5 mins
I Got Flowers Today is a poem by Paulette Kelly focusing on domestic violence. If you have not read the poem yet, I highly suggest you do so that you understand what is going on. I had to write a story(like a short story) about the story within the poem and I got a really good grade in the class that I wrote it for and I'm extremely proud of my work so I thought I would share it here. All rights of the poem go to Paulette Kelly, who is a beautiful writer and what she writes about is very real and raw, stuff that happens every day in our world around us. If you are dealing with any kind of abuse, PLEASE seek help. Come talk to me, my door is always open, I am here for all of you. My story is based off of Paulette Kelly's poem, what I wrote is strictly inspiration off of her work. Thanks for reading!
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