While you cry,
Permit me to laugh a bit;
To all of you,
Mama passed on and the angels took her home
Because she was juveniles’ mother at church
Because she was a cheerful giver
And a valiant prayer warrior.
But to me,
Mama had horns
Just that they were inbuilt
Mama had me shut my lips
After I saw her with a voodoo.
While mama’s death pushes you to tears,
Permit me to laugh a bit.
Here is an ironical poem about a child asking the mourners to permit him to laugh a bit while they cry. The woman who died was seen as a saint by all but to the child, she was a demon because the child had caught her with a charm and she asked him to keep his lips shut and tell no one.
This poem is beyond the surface meaning of a child and a mama with voodoo but of a lot of people out there with double identity; people that are seen as good and whose mighty works are praised but who are actually wicked and who in the dark commit many atrocities. These people play on the innocence or ignorance of others.
The poem has four stanzas with two lines (a couplet) opening the poem and another couplet closing it. In the middle, we have a double quintet (five lines).
The poetic devices include repetition, metaphor and euphemism.