Yet I Surrender Poem by Thabani Khumalo

And then gibbered my mother concerning sexy girls -
that I should view them as things of evil
having been devil-sent directly from the dark hells above.
I was drilled to maintain a stable faith
upon the idol Christ, for he alone is holy...
yet my spirit I loyally commit too -
if I am an Oriental man with amazing squinty eyes -
yes it is also true, that the idol Buddha be truly mine.

I am an African with a dark skin and a wood hair afro,
I worship the cave demon in the dark mist,
for she remains the same as did worship my forefathers before -
but due to worship and the judgment rite,
yet I surrender my soul to the phantom idol,
yes indeed, the devil of hell is truly mine.