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NIA MENDY
Hair Treatment
Inspired by Grimms' Snow White and Disney’s Princess and the Frog

For the first few months, Snow White tries 
to finger comb. Prince Charming whines 
as she straightens strands after each shower, 
goading her with his drawer of scissors. 
Yet he spends hours cutting and moussing, 

his hair so slick that his hands convert to an oil spill. 
He peeks at the mirror for enchantment, but it never 
speaks and leaves him to consult Snow about his fairness. 
Snow wants to reduce the glass to shards. When he calls 
his bride’s hands future sledgehammers, she doesn’t flinch 
and jerks his tresses till he begs. Sometimes Charming chases 
her around the castle, shears buzzing alive in his fist. 

Who understands the blink of fainting, how the forest 
tapers to swimming green, then spins to black? 

Easily Tiana, swooning as her mother weaved perm into her 
strands, the chemicals cooking her hair straight. Snow still 
remembers the princess’ whimper in the echoing bathroom, 
Tiana’s incisors puncturing her own lip as if teething, the exposed 

scalp. The mother listened for stops, no pleases. But the cries 
never arose, fermented behind lips. At home in the castle bathroom, 
Snow observes her own mouth even now. It didn’t choke on pleas, 
but clenched while she lapsed under the poison’s appeal. 

She and Tiana suffered under their first 
crowns, their shoulders nursing tremors. 
Snow waits for Charming’s first snip, to catch 
his hands tangled in shears. He doesn’t 
understand how everything becomes teeth.



Nia Mendy studies Writing, Literature, and Publishing at Emerson College and chooses poems for Gauge Magazine. Her poems have been published in the catharsis. She conjures stories related to her experiences as a New Orleanian, and has an affinity for mythology and fairytales. She likes stories dark as her lipstick.

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