"Not Good Enough"

I see you walking on the sidewalk
Down the streets, up the stairs
Checking your reflections in the windows
Every reflection a different fear
A man behind you, a man waiting at home
A man behind the mask
A man holding strings, jerking you up and down
A man behind the glass
where you last check your reflection
where you spot some imperfection
A sad sick moment that screams out
that you're not good enough to be his object
But what I say during this moment
this "not good enough" haze,
is that if that woman mirrored back at me,
that person with my face in her gaze,
isn't good enough to be his object
or the next featured item in a magazine
Then I say the universe has spared me
Through paradox my strength has been saved
I am lucky to be not good enough
for a man who wants to be my identity
I am lucky to be not good enough
for a magazine that puts a price on my body
I am lucky to see myself behind the glass