Star struck

Once a man is star struck, 

he will never be star struck by me

He won't feel what I want him to

Sad to say it, but its true.

 

I will never see in my mirror

what she sees in hers

A pretty girl she sees.

I see only me.

I know you think you are seeing a gypsy in this photo,

but you really are not.

You are having a glimpse through the eye of a beholder.

You are seeing a carefully crafted artistic arrangement 

of decorations placed just so,

of lighting, makeup, position, and perspective.

The artist knows his/her craft.

This photo is intended to please

and is selling you something.

To be a gypsy is to lead a hard life

with little mercy and much bigotry aimed in your direction.

To be a gypsy is to be dragged upon the current of prejudice

until you are too weak to struggle then being 

swept by that prejudice into the ocean

there to drown and die leaving no honorable memories

No one to miss you.

And so, being star struck and prone to accept

the artistic vision of another beholder's eye

are you prepared to accept the philosophy

of the canvas bearing the artist's creation?

Does the creation last beyond

the moment of capture when

the image is made

and will you enjoy holding close

a man made goddess?