Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Streets of Blood 3

Sirens wail, as two young Chicano's
lay still upon the cold hard pavement.
“Did anyone see who shot them?”
Asked a policeman of the slowly
gathering crowd.

But nobody knew or saw anything.
Many parents were silently thankful
It wasn’t there kids. The sound of
blood gurgling came from one of the
young men.

“Help him,” screamed a woman who
stood nearby as the paramedics arrived
and worked hard to stabilize them.
Working feverishly they loaded them
upon the ambulance.

Outside the ambulance friends,
and relatives gathered, and a little
girl was holding her teddy bear, as she
took in the scene while her mother
and sisters cried tears of desperation.

The police asked the one who was
conscious what had happened and
were met with the usual silence of
barrio streets machismo.

The little girl holding the teddy bear
Asked, “What happened to daddy?”
as the ambulance rolled away lights
still flashing they pull into the hospital.

Days later, flowers are laid upon the
grave of one of the young men, as
prayers are said over another life
wasted over senseless and stupid

Now besides a grave, a little girl 
clutches the teddy bear her father 
had just given her. It was to become 
her only memory.

Senseless violence and machismo
does not rep La Raza. It only destroys
the hopes and dreams of those we
love the most!

 Copyright 2017 Frank Solis
All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

What is life really about?

Brilliant minds lost in the vortex of their
sadness. It strikes me every day as I see
more and more young Chicano's trying to 
figure out what life is really about.

I see eyes searching but never seeing,
ears intent on listening but hardly anyone
speaks to them. Millions of young brown
faces eager to learn yet so few teachers 
are found.

Young people, life is about happiness
and enjoying oneself and the most
important thing is the love you share with 
your loved ones. It’s about seeing the smile 
on a quinceaƱeras face and watching a baby
chewing on its hand.

It’s about seeing the smile on that special
persons face when you tell them you just
got a job and watching them beam with
pride when you get your first paycheck.

Life is about many such wonderful and
precious things such as good friends,
respect, love, and honor.

Life can be whatever you choose for it
to be. Just as keys are used to turn locks
so the choices you make in life are the 
keys to the happiness you seek.

Take a look at the alcoholic, drowning
in his self-made misery or the drug
addict who will steal from his own
mother if given half the chance.

The person who engages in unsafe sex
until they find out they have picked up
an incurable disease. And finally the
tough guy who followed “the wrong
crowd without thinking,” and now
spends all his time locked up away 
from his loved ones.

That is not life, it is death! Those who
want to achieve all the wonderful things
of life have to turn their backs on all the
“fake pleasures and fake people,” who
only seek to destroy ones happiness in

If you take a look at the “real locos and
locas on the streets,” you will find that
just as fire can burn the flesh, uncontrolled
bad habits and bad choices can only destroy 
ones happiness!


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Streets of Blood 2

Maria giggled as she played with her doll
while sitting on a sofa. The TV blared loudly
but her attention was only upon her playing.
A beautiful smile radiated from her face and
charged the atmosphere of the room with

Maria’s mom was in the kitchen, cooking a
late dinner, while her father was just getting
home. Her tio and tia would be joining them
tonight to discuss their plans for the upcoming

Maria’s nine year old brother Pedro walked by
and quickly tugged upon one of the pigtails of
Maria’s doll. “Stop it,” said Maria as she covered
up her doll with a hug. The cartoons had come on
and Maria made herself comfortable, in order to
watch them.

Everyone was in the kitchen, when Maria’s
seventeen year old brother came in to the
house with a couple of his teenage friends.
They quickly went into her brother’s room.

Not even fifteen minutes later, the sound of
automatic weapons fire shattered the happy
scene, of a little girl and her doll enjoying her
favorite cartoons.

Maria’s dad ran into the room, but it was too
late. As he entered the room he saw little Maria’s
body convulse as bullet after bullet entered her
body. Everything that mattered flashed before
his eyes as Maria’s body lurched forward still
holding her doll until she hit the floor.

Bullets meant for her teenage brother had
now claimed the little girl’s life. Without a
warning, an unthinking, unfeeling, coward
had destroyed the life of an innocent child.

At the funeral the priest will offer up prayers
for little Maria, and in Heaven her little arms will
still be holding her doll. This is the reason that
drive-by shootings should never happen.

Somewhere a coward will celebrate, until he
finds out that it was a child which he killed. Then
he will hang his head in shame, because he knows
he will be hated and despised for the rest of his life,
because although God may forgive - La Raza never

The lives of little children are precious and that is why
drive-by shootings should never happen!

Frank Solis Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved

Friday, November 4, 2016



1.       The true Chicano warrior does not destroy his own people.

2.       Chicano warriors seek honor for their family and not disgrace.

3.       Chicano warriors inspire young people to reach for greatness.

4.       Chicano warriors do not hurt innocent people.

5.       Chicano warriors take care of their families.

6.       Chicano warriors protect the elderly and children.

7.       Chicano warriors do not poison the youth with drugs.

8.       Chicano warriors respect the rights of others and of society.

9.       Chicano warriors represent the best of  La Raza to the entire world.

10.   Chicano warriors embrace knowledge and learning and hate
 ignorance, because it can lead to the destruction of - LA RAZA!

 Frank Solis Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved