Glory to Ishtar

Women rock to men's music,

But they recoil from our same.

Our raised Voices echoed in Temples.

Glory Ishtar! who stole Yahweh's name.

While women's power in the world draws focus,

The squirming hormonal creatures fuss.

We lead where they can’t follow-

All of us covered, shapeless.

Our Ishtarian eyes cause men to stumble;

We’re hurt in their haste to keep on top,

Like a military man first trying missionary

Or a religion that just doesn’t know when to stop.

Our bodies birth souls to the world’s wonderment;

Our hearts are free in our wild walks and finds

That they can bottle Her essence but She is not captured

As we breathe consolations to ease men's minds.

We're beauty and Wild wonder-

We are the break of day.

We're Oestara; we are Ishtar-

We are the Sacred say.