You Do Not Understand Poem by Cecellia King

My newest poem:
You do not understand
As sand falls through thy hand,
You say you know me, but for I am plenty,
As you pull thy knife, do understand this is my life,

Everyday I wake to light, I remember I must always be polite,
You do not understand,
Although you still remain to comand,
As I have said I am plenty, we are many,
Even though I have said this is my life, I promise it is no paridice,
I say I always will remain to be polite, I promise to never repeat tonight,
You do not understand,
As sand slips through thy hand, I will never stand to command.