I the beholder

How to gift the world beauty,
when it possesses so many eyes
Each already colored its favorite shade
What of the ones who look aside
Will not their denial sting
Too cruel a price for ones bravery by far
Or perhaps all is lost,
consumed by shadow,
just blinked away
Which fate would be preferred, 
rejection or obscurity
When we bear our children to the masses, 
the offspring we call art
It is little different, 
than placing them on an altar
They will be worshipped,
or sacrificed
Perhaps it lies in the giving,
that it is there the beauty is found