Check

I thought I was a pawn

An expendable piece

Destined only to move forward, never look back

My only option sneak attacks from the side

Hoping for the slim chance of

Becoming a queen

But I was wrong

I thought I was a king

Locked up under guard in my castle

Movement restricted to single, shuffling steps

My only purpose staying alive,

My only prerogative safety

But I was wrong

I thought I was a knight

Leaping over people's heads

In these lopsided, chaotic jumps

Never to be properly understood

Just a distraction, a diversion

While the important people do the work

But I was wrong

I thought I was a bishop

Moving with pretend purpose

Limited to this one colour,

No permission granted to explore the other side

I must attack, again and again, from my

Righteous holier-than-thou

But I was wrong

I thought I was a rook

A stately piece, reliable, works best in pairs

With the power to stride as far as I choose

If the game gets that far,

If the walls that confine my starting space

Ever manage to shift

But I was wrong

I might just be a queen