I as in 'I"

spoon fed baby lies, turn into thick thighs
airbrushed with the luxury of pop culture
on top of the thick layer of prayer.
remains a chunk of life you cant take out.
the part that staind worse than the whine, the cry.
its your biggest asset, you live by it, you die by it.
its what you hate, its what you love. the taste of
reality at elementary levels. the grind that took place
to smooth out the ends. the buring at the crisp frayed ends
of life, shriveling up and dying, the part of you that was you.
all you knew, and nothing you knew. the part of you
that was never you. now all that remains, is I.