the woman crying in the streets

as i walk to the place
where i sleep, walking,
to sarah's
minding my own
business
i see this girl
crying, maybe she is a woman
and she is on the phone
crying
and when she sees me
she looks away
and i look at her
instead
we don't know each other
no need
to say anything
but i have a
gut
feeling
that she needs
someone
to talk
to
but still i walk
away,
pass her by
and when i have
passed her
she starts sobbing
i can't understand
what she is saying
but she sobs
and i just pass her by
when i look back, she is still looking my way
and i still don't
do anything
and i have a thought:
my father would feel sympathy.
but me,
does not,
i feel pity
not love
not hate
not compassion
no sympathy
and that is because
i am different,
grew up in front of the
television
where i saw the
people in the movies and TV shows
ignore the same women
who cry in the
streets
but later on
when i sit to write
i feel guilt
i feel remorse
i feel ugly and think
i never wanted to be
like those people
that just pass women
who are crying
i don't want to be like those
people on TV
i want to be one of those people
that say:
"are you okay?"
to a woman who cries in the streets.