Davida Kilgore | My Dear, My Love

It takes a Black woman to tell the truth about another Black woman, whether she likes that woman or not. If the woman in question is loved, the story reaches mythological heights, she could do no wrong, she was brown skinned and beautiful, intelligent, had all her faculties and her teeth, all the men and women of the neighborhood called her by a term of endearment, which is how Medea morphed into Ma’Dear. | © 2023 by Davida Kilgore. Narrated by Janina Edwards. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices