Well, yeah. I'd say privilege might be one of the words of the day. (Not the only word of the day, but one of them.)
What would make me happy? If everyone would quit rushing to your defense. You wrote some things--your opinions--and now people reading what you wrote are forming their own opinions about it--and about you. It happens.
In fact, it happens every time you read poems on stage for points.
Because it's a fucking slam.