"An Island Girl's Ode"Dear New York,There are few things I know to be true, One is, how much I love you. I was born on this rock, An island girl On Lenape land;Raised in a tiny village called Harlem. This rock from which I grew felt as big as the world—Each bombastic block, another language heard. Each curve and curb another dream dreamt And deferred. Growing up here is where I got my rhythm And came to know my Blues.Freestyling as a way to be,Jazz standards have nothing on me.Perfectly improvisational Sonically sensationalA journey hard to capture but not to be missed;Harlem, a village where the impossible exists.It is all true, that's why New York, I love you.Burned into my memory forever will be Corner cyphers and fly girl steez.Brownstone stoop hangs,Jazzmobile flex,Studio Museum openings,And The Schomburg's texts.HSA (Harlem School of the Arts), DTH (Dance Theatre of Harlem), NBT (National Black Theatre)Are all the institutions that raised me.My religion took place at Sundae Sermons in St. Nick Park And St. Nick's Pub where brown liquor was served in red solo cups;Introduced me to the world of jazz in a way that would indelibly last. Hurston and Hughes, Hustle/Bustle and Holiday;Bearden and Baldwin;Beatboxing and Street talking; Bean pies and Bombers;ASAP and Art Walkers;Trendsetters & hair braider;Shabazz daughters;Artists of all shape, size and color.All Harlem encounters That still make my heart flutter,The timeless Lenox Boulevard strut,Sunday go to meeting fitsAnd Sunday at Ms. Marjorie's fetes. Every Trappy Hour and First Friday sweat;Harlem the Mecca ,A bastion of Black culture, Where my heart is always met. You haven't been anywhere until you've visited Harlem.A holy ground for truth seekers and soothsayers.A place so brave that it holds gratitude and grief In different chambers of the same heartbeat. The same incantation that transforms Marcus Garvey Park Into ancient rituals of drum circles until dark. This City, my dearest love, a place I simply call home.You never cease to amaze me;From 9/11 to Hurricane SandyFrom the blackout of 2003 to the shuttered uncertainty of Covid-19From Malcom X to Eric GarnerOur medicine has ALWAYS been each other.Love, hard or soft is an act of heroismI learned that here, first hand on the isle of ManhattanThrough good times and bad,Devastation has never been a destination For this great city of mine.She teaches me everyday There will always be a new way To love her more fiercely.The opportunity to lose ourselves And become ourselves Over and over again. A resilience unknown Anywhere else to man.There's nothing we can't get through together.In this year of yearning and learning,Of uncertainty and unpredictability,The one thing that has never wavered Is our care for one another.From health care worker cheers at 7pmTo marches of solidarity for slain unarmed men and women.Every church, mosque, temple and synagogue;Every soap box preacher and public school teacher,Helps guide us back to who we are.A city defined by limitless imagination;By grace and grit;Our vibrancy,The endless possibility Of Lady Liberty's prophecyContinues to light our way.New York you have never let us down.New York tough is our rallying sound.New York heart is what always remains;This concrete jungle from whence all my dreams have been made.New York, New York, I could not love you more.Oh! And one more thing that I know to be true,New York the best is still in front of you!Sade Lythcott is CEO of the .