THROWING BRICKS THROUGH GLASS
There’s something to be said for intrusion, for trespassing in spaces that ‘don’t belong to us’.
For visibility and glowing pride making and taking history as ours.
We fight for what we want. For what we deserve.
In our world, we worship and celebrate those marginalised and create our own idols.
We believe in the power of love and fire, of progress and politics and the greater good. Of equality for all, not just the palatable to the heteronormative.
Adapted, adopted, we belong in this space. We belong here and now. A step through the mirror and closer to where we need to be.
Marsha’s fist and Christopher Street. We aren’t there yet, but we’re on our way.
Take what’s yours. Take up space. Scream. Be visible, proud, vulgar, bold and brilliant.
Be clever and calm and better.
Fracture the ceiling that patriarchy has built to contain us.
Tear it down.
And we’ll keep throwing bricks through glass.
Shattering it all.
It’s us now.
– Sarah Moore
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
In 2016 I was asked to take photos of @munroebergdorf at @suttonhousent in Hackney as part of a year-long installation of LGBT themed events and exhibitions called Sutton House Queered. I called my exhibition ‘Throwing Bricks Through Glass’, and I wrote this to go along with it. This poem and one of the portraits was donated to the @museumoftransology in 2017.