“When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Cutting up the floor in a sorority t-shirt”
From low-key day drinking.
To jamming to throwbacks.
To a small house ragger.
To a moment when I was
Sitting on the tan colored couch,
With an “Older Sister”
And one of my pledge sisters.
The tears streamed down
That “older sisters” face,
Tears streamed down
My pledge sister’s face.
My eyes were dry
But, I felt
The warmth,
The love
The purity of sisterhood
A smile across my face
A moment
I’ll never forget.
Poetry
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