When Frank T. Garcia was a boy, he was taken from His peaceful country of British Honduras, which is now Belize, to the mean streets of L.A. It didn’t take him Long to rebel and join the street thugs of East L.A. gang. His hunger for stripes led him into deeper darkness. Escaping Forty four years and two life sentences, he Took a deal for twenty-seven years in the war zone Known as Folsom Prison. His street knowledge and the inner-world within a world is now before us in his poems mainly for the youths of today. As the ending in one of his poems say: “May God forgive us for the life we take Could have been our brother’s this day.”