It Forces Us To Step Up Our Game And Focuses Our Aim

Three Black women on a beach, sharing space. | Photo Credit: Jovaughn Stephens

I have been included in an amazing group of writers who call themselves simply Writers and Editors of Color. They do not have a website, but each of them combined (forty-eight and counting), have an interconnected platform of thousands.

We follow each other on social media, we support each other’s writing by reading each other’s articles and commenting and sharing them when we can.

I am one of the few for instance, who do not have a paid subscription to this Medium platform because I can’t afford it, so we all come from different economic backgrounds, but the one thing…

“What Would You Do If Racism Didn’t Exist In This World, And You Had Nothing To Bitch About?”

This is the only photo I could find on NappyStock.Com with a Black Person Sleeping…I Wonder Why The Fuck That Is

This is a question I was asked on Twitter today, and now I present you with my response:

I’ve been doing deep breathing, especially during my mediations when I hear shit that I don’t want to hear, which is usually thoughts or messages that have nothing to do with me, but everything to do with people that are either no longer a part of my life, or never have been.

I think I need to disengage from the internet for a while, and from television, but I know that I won’t because it takes practice to turn your brain off…

Your Insults Do Nothing To Push Me Forward

Pride 2019 Surrey BC, Devon J Hall




I used to be the kind of person who craved identity. I craved it the way that most people crave water, but after I was gang-raped for the third time, I genuinely stopped caring about what people thought of me.

I couldn’t help myself, after that event in my life, I found that it no longer mattered what other people thought. I realized that caring what other people thought about me had very nearly killed me.

I still remember the hands of a former friend wrapped around my neck as he tried to kill me while he raped me —…

Another Shooting in the United States of America, Carried Out By A White Man

I have a lot to say, but I am going to let the dead speak for themselves, the following information was compiled for Wikipedia.

We Become the People Were Were Born to Be, But Only When We’re Willing To Fight


I believe genuinely, that human beings were born to this earth to explore and to discover what has become of the planet in the absence of the ancient ones so that we can tell them all that we learned while we were here.

However, there are people in this world who got to this planet before we did, and whether or not we like it, they like to believe that they make the rules.

Watch this three-minute video and you’ll understand.

For generations, centuries, throughout time and space, those who lived on this planet have dictated how things are supposed to go.

They have made the rules because they earned the right, their existence on this planet before us, gave us the rules that each society who has inhabited this planet has lived by.

That doesn’t mean that the laws and rules…

If I Punch You In The Face, It’s Not Up To Those Watching To Accept My Apology For You, So Why Do White People Keep Overstepping Their Place?

Photo Credit Brea Soul
If you can’t SPELL apologize how can you accept it for us?

This is an alarming trend that I am starting to notice. Whenever a white person does something offensive, ableist, or racist, white people (in particular), are the first ones to go and say “oh it’s okay darling, you’re fine.”

They are the first to excuse this behavior, on behalf of the actual injured parties. …

This Year 2020–2021 Has Changed A Lot For Me…I’m Not Going Backwards

Every article that I write is written under the eye of this woman. She doesn’t have a name, but she reminds me of what I come from, and why I’ll never go back.

There are rules to being a Black woman in America, or Canada for that matter, and they all revolve around making our white counterparts feel safe and comfortable, while we suffer, struggle, and try to survive.

Even with everything we know about systemic racism, sexual abuse, and trauma, I feel like my job is to be a part of the conversation and now that I am here I am not going backward.

Recently I found out how many of my old friends were bonified, proud racists. I mean I had always known but I had ignored the signs in favor of fitting in and hiding out.

I can’t do that anymore. I can’t just see racism and ignore it, not just because I want to be “brand-worthy”. …

“I Want To Be Like Devon J Hall When I Grow Up,” No You Don’t.

Some days I just don’t have it all together. Some days I take the weight of the world, and I put it on my shoulders, and whether or not I like doing it is revealing to me.

Largely because I am procrastinating from pushing myself forward. I am afraid of what “forward” actually means. I am afraid of success, absolutely terrified of it.

I have shared a lot with the world, a lot of unkind truths, a lot of shameful truths, a lot of the guilt that I carry on my shoulders, I have inserted into my personal blog.


It’s Been One Year Since The World Discovered The Meaning Of The World Pandemic

One year since the pandemic hit.

I don’t really know how I feel about it. George Floyd taught me the importance of standing up for Black people. Breonna Taylor taught me the importance of standing up for Black women. Neither of them died due to the pandemic.

22,394 people have died in Canada due to the virus. That doesn’t include the number of people this past year who have died due to other issues including but not limited to, health issues, drug addiction, and police violence.

It’s been a rough year for a lot of people, but for me? I…

I have never seen Africa, but I will admit, when I think of Africa, even as a woman of color, a Black woman, I do not think of thriving downtown business corridors. I do not think of fashion, music, and food. I think the desert, I think the wild, yes I have been conditioned to think this way, but BECAUSE of this post, I am going to force myself to think differently about Africa, thank you.

Devon J Hall

I Am The Loud Mouth Brown Girl, from Surrey BC. Writer, Poet, Artist, Dancer, Singer, Teacher, Friend, and Ally, Just Trying To Fight For A Healthier World.

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