A REVIVAL: Theme for Poetry

The instructor said,

Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you---
Then, it will be true.

I wonder if it's that simple?
I am an unsatisfied woman, born in Baguio City.
I went to school there, then worked, then here
to this college a school for all saints.
I am a delinquent before in my class.
The steps I take lead to changes in my life,
through a roller coaster, then I cross Hell,
and I come to a place where relented people are,
where I take a maneuver and reached my home,
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:

It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-one, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear. Success, I hear you:
hear you, hear me---we two---you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear Happiness too.) Me---who? 
Well, I like to drink, sing and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a black hat and black gown for a Christmas present,
or Eminem, piano, business or house.
I guess being changed doesn't make me NOT like
the same things other folks like who are normal.
So will my page be fixed that I write?
Being me, it will not be coat and tie.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are complete---
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's life.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me---
although you're like a book, -a happy ending novel
and somewhat you're satisfied.
This is my page for Poetry.