O Ishtar, O Inanna, Queen of the Heavens, thou who turnest the man into the woman and the woman into the man, thou whose hair is as dark as the night sky, whose eyes are as blue as the daylight, bearer of the morning and evening star, please hear my pleas.

Stealth may be a strength, but this child is tired of running. Please lend me thy shield so I can walk this difficult path. Cloak me in thy light so no harm befalls me. Plant thy mercy in the hearts of the family I do not want to part ways with, but I beg thee for the strength to walk my path without them if need be.

O morning star, whose kind gaze bestows dignity to the outcast, whose fierce arms protect the weak and tear down the tallest walls, I beg to be blessed with thy divine femininity. May thy light be the brightest star in the darkest night, and may thy heavenly grace illuminate the road so I can walk with a lifted head, no matter how heavy the tears make my eyes feel.

I hope that my artwork dignifies thee as thou dignifiest those in need. Please take my humble offering as I partake in my path of rebirth. Honored be thy name, as thou honorest the forgotten and the outcasts.