Win Ventura. Poem by WIN VENTURA

I rose from storms, not sunshine skies,
Carved my name where silence lies.
From shattered days and restless nights,
I built my brand with fire and fights.

WIN VENTURA — not just a name,
But scars that earned their rightful fame.
Each thread, each brick, a tale retold,
Of dreams too wild, of hearts too bold.

I do not kneel to fear or fate,
I craft my path, I open gates.
With hands once bruised but never still,
I shaped my world, I bent my will.

This company — a mirror, true —
Of every flame I once walked through.
Not born of luck, nor borrowed lore,
But from the soul that asked for more.

So let them watch, let whispers run,
This journey's only just begun.
For WIN VENTURA will stand and stay —
A storm, a name, a dawn, a way.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA