Sancho Panza, this is menI’m your Sancho Panza.nI get along, I know my ground.nWith me around, there’s room for you to be amazing.nnI’m the one they don’t remember.nWere you in our school? they say.nI get asked about my name again:nPanza, Panza, PanzannAround the boulevards we walk,nthe sun is always on your face,nand I am always in your shade,nand I am always the funny one,nhow I hate being the funny one,nI never chose to be her, it strikes me as unfair.nnAnd people at our feet to be with us.nSuch a small comfort l’m so used to this it turned me creative.