In Her Defense

If the dagger halted before it tore
The skin of that legendary beauty
What would she find to prolong her life for?
What other man would find her not filthy?
Romeo's touches, tender at the time
Would turn to blows of condemning, mad hate.
His soft poetry, his most sincere rhyme
Would force upon the girl a lonely fate.
To those who would judge her action
and label her hasty, rash, or foolish;
I would ask for some human compassion
For the teen who saw her love turn bluish.
  Would you rather be grounded forever
  Or find an escape from all the pressure?

This is the sonnet I promised you Professor Burton. I know bluish sounds forced, but I looked it up and it is a legitimate adjective. I couldn't think of another word to describe a man dying by poison, and I thought blue is associated with cold, a stark contrast to the heat love produces. This can cause the line to perhaps expand from just a description of Romeo dying and turning blue, for if the word "love" does not refer to Romeo, it might refer to Juliet's feelings of love for her life. I also tried to use some language that would remind one that Juliet was a teenager (grounded, girl, teen) to further defend her position. One might also take a feminist angle and claim that a woman in her position had little other choice than death, considering her parents would be furious that she faked her death, and her status as a widow and a psycho who faked her own death would tarnish any chance of her finding another husband, which was the only route a woman could take during Juliet's generation, save joining a nunnery (which might not be a suitable route for Juliet, since she has already known the pleasures a wife of Romeo would know and not want a life of celibacy). I am not trying to promote teen suicide, I am condemning the society that had a hand in Juliet's decision.