Ugly faces in the crowd
Not in the photos on the walls
In the mirror they see who they are
In their eyes there's a story unspoken
They don't fit the mold given
They stride unfiltered with courage
Hair a tangled mess
Skin a map of battles fought
Every scar a rugged path taken
Their laughter fizzles like fireworks
In their heart a burning star
Sweat drips with honest labor
Invisible to a glossy world
Lovely in their untouched rawness
Boldly being who they are