The intensity of her purpose makes her appealing. The constancy of her love makes her irreplaceable. ”

— Nicole 'Onna B' Walden

Those Were The Days

Poetry By Onna B

I miss cassette tapes and roller skates
My Sony Walkman and my Easy Bake
Dancing to Soul Train and Solid Gold
Playing with Atari and my GI Joes
Going to the park and staying all-day
Those were the ways I loved to play

Eating Cereal while watching Animation
This by far was my favorite recreation
Creature Double Feature and Kung Fu theater
Alvin, Simon and my main man Theodore
Watching Bob Ross paint Happy Little Trees
Those were the best of times indeed

Music videos played all day on MTV
The Army said, “Be All That You Can Be”
There was no internet to consume my time
I nurtured real relationships, the quality kind
I’d record my favorite shows on the VCR
I got a kick out of Bart, Homer, and Marge

Musicals were dope not considered cheesy
I sure loved how George loved Weezy
Sitcoms were bomb with amazing intros
Commercials had unforgettable jingles
Priceless memories stored in my head
Like Edith sang, “Those were the days”

All rights reserved. © 2020, Nicole “Onna B” Walden

I Can't Breathe

Poetry by onna b


First hanged from trees

Now choked by knees

“Someone help me please”

Hear my pleas

To no avail, I seize 

Murder in the Second Degree

I lay lifeless, they walk free 

Not Guilty 

But not for me, for the PD

Justice served? That’s an absurdity

A travesty throughout our history

A pillaging of our civil liberties

The sheer lack of Empathy


Yet I’m suppose to be trusting 

The lines of decency are blurry 

Those in authority; dirty

My life deemed unworthy

As the air leaves 

My last words haunting 

I can’t breathe

I am George Floyd; and he is ME

Let’s kneel in unity against racism, prejudice and bigotry


All rights reserved. © 2020, Nicole “Onna B” Walden

Love is Circular

Poetry by Onna B

Be what you need. You must give in order to receive. I feed you and you feed me and we will never go hungry. Real love is circular.

All rights reserved. © 2020, Nicole “Onna B” Walden

Love Notes


“Her eyes have their own vocabulary. What a beautiful language to learn.”

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Artwork by Nicholle Kobi

Love Notes


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"The way she moves is so fluid like a leaf descending from the tree of life. She nurtures his spirit as she casts upon him her angelic light. Cool as an artic breeze and vast as the Philippine Sea, he is the song she writes.