Mother (2)

The catholic priests,
my mother left me with,
spared me,
as I was the quiet angel,
and not the bad kids
they disciplined.
I saw them whipped
pants down and
well,
I won't go into it.
He would smile at me,
and I hesitantly,
upon his sway and shadows,
hid myself away,
until mother again,
held me by the hands.