La Raza Is My Name

Some call me Mestizo, some call me
Mexican, some call me Chicano, but
I’m much more than that!

In me flows the blood of kings of Spain,
who conquered the Americas they did not
die in vain. Also the blood of warriors the
Aztecs and the flame, remind me of my
ancestry, La Raza Is My Name.

Time bears no measure of eternity, when
everywhere I look, I see visions in my
dreams. The courage of a people
conceived among the stars, serves only
to remind me of just who we are.

My blood is like fire and I am the flame,
thunder and lightning are part of my fame.
Throughout the universe into the darkness
of space, burns my sacred fire, La Raza Is
My Name.

The moon is in my eyes, and the sun is my
crown. Great passion is the power where I
can be found. Romance is my scepter and
loving is my game, now and forever will
always be the same.

Shouting, out to Cali, and New Mexico.
Arizona, Colorado, Texas and Utah.
From Nevada to Chicago, and all points
in between, La Raza Is My Name!

Copyright 2015
Frank Solis All Rights Reserved

The Eyes of La Raza

As I stared into your beautiful dark eyes,
and beheld your innocent smile. I saw that
your eyes were filled with hope and dreams.

The reflections of my thoughts, led me
away, for in your smile I found warmth
and understanding, and in your arms,
I found love.

Suddenly, there was no sense of time
or of existence, as you and I became
one. The night sky filled my heart with
romance and passion, and it was then that
I realized, just who you were.

The beautiful eyes in which, I saw my
reflection, had now become windows into
my very soul, and I realized, that I was staring
into - The Eyes of La Raza!

Copyright 2012 Frank S.
All Rights Reserved

The Chicano Poet

Poetry is the essence that flows through
the Spanish and Aztec blood. The Spirit
of Kings, Queens, Warriors, Princes,
and Princesses.

The early morning sunlight, and the
darkness of the night. The grito of the
Indio, and the smile of the Maiden.

The purest expression of the soul of La
Raza. The stealth of the Jaguar, and the
most beautiful song upon the Earth.

The sound of the Metate, grinding corn,
and the precious hands, that grind it. The
hearts of two lovers, beating in unison,
amidst whispers of love.

The laughter, among friends and the
warmth of family. The tears that fall to
earth unnoticed, and the broken
heart, that cries alone.

The Madre who hopes, the Daughter
who dreams. The Man who works, and
the Son, who yearns.

The Chicano poet is an interpreter of
dreams, whether they are of cultural,
social, or romantic, means.

A voice raised alone, between sound and
silence. Beyond light and darkness, comes
the herald, for The Children of the Sun!


Frank Solis
Copyright 2014
All Rights Reserved