I have one jacket for many winters
In the jacket I am always walking against the wind
It has couple of holes, but I still like it
I didn’t have to turn it inside out1
I am wearing my skin for many days
Maybe I am a bit more scarred
I have it written by a knife
That I take my skin to the market2
I hope that now I am strong enough3
Once I can tell myself that I have lived.
I have acquired my face from my parents
There is happiness, sadness, anger, anything
On my forehead, couple of deep lines
I hope I won’t lose my face4