BITCH.

A word that rolls off the tongue easily.
A flexible word. It's relative. Relatively biased, that is.
I may be a "bitch" in one's eyes, but sweet in another's.
I own my actions. The opinions of others come with this;
I accept them. I embrace them.
By speaking my mind when necessary, I'm exercising a right.
Faking happiness is not my choice; I smile when it's genuine.
If I didn't do these things, who would I be? Accepted?
"Don't do this, don't do that." "Be nice, you're a lady."
I rather be me; refuse to be the docile girl people expect.