Sylla

So I've been told

Or so I just know

Who taught me

That no meant no

Maybe he was not told

The things that I know

For when I said stop

He heard go

This is the outline

Of a story of many

These are the sounds

That cry from the lips of any

I guess you may call this

The syllabus:

The syllabul

Feel the curse of a culture

For I am angry

And full