Hail to You, Lady! Keeper of Ma’at and Your Father’s Protector, through You I am strong! I come to You, not bended, but proud, straight, and tall. I have not stolen; I have terrorized no one; I have made none weep.
Hail to You, Lady! Patron of Medicine and Bringer of Healing, in Your name I work! I uphold ma’at and give back to the people; I am Your servant. I have not attacked; I have not carried off food; I have wronged none.
Hail to You, Lady! Eldest of Your Creator, Mistress of the Crowns, I give You myself! May your ka be refreshed, may my offerings please You, may I know Joy. I am not unclean; I have not uttered curses; my heart is not hard.
I am pure; I am pure; I am pure.
The Pursuits of Porsha 