By P.J. German
You bring out the English in me
The proper man who opens your door
And walks on the outside of the sidewalk
You bring out the German in me
The shove you in the oven and bake you
Till your skin bubbles like leavened bread
You bring out the Irish in me
The drown my sorrows in alcohol
Because you’re not the blarney stone I wished for
You bring out the American in me
Bar/club hopping, dancing with strangers
Grinding my body against her’s to forget you
You bring out the ass in me
The sarcastic jerk
The comedic know-it-all
The ‘I don’t care you’re hurt’
The problematic problem solver and
The paranoid analyzer
But most of all
You bring out the forgiveness in me
PJ German – former editor in chief for two semesters and current student advisor of Elektraphrog, president of Swamp Scribes, student blogger for the SCF website, and teacher aid in the English lab – does much more writing than he has time for. He is graduating in 2010 with his A.A., and will attend USF in the fall to continue his education in English.