Sentient Souls on Sunday Street

They stand side by side on a warm Sunday, the kind of day when the neighborhood moves at its own pace. She stands with her hand on her hip, hair full like a crown, eyes steady and unafraid. He holds a folded map or newspaper, dressed sharp in the way older Black men carry themselves without effort. Behind them, the street feels familiar, like a place where everyone knows the stories that live beneath the concrete.
 
In Sentient Souls on Sunday Street, LaKeem captures two figures who carry the weight and wisdom of their community. Their presence tells a story without speaking. It is in the stance, the expression, the quiet awareness of people who have lived enough life to see the world clearly. Sunday has always been a day of reflection in Black culture — a day for rest, for truth, for stepping out into the world with dignity. These two embody that rhythm.
 
Through the movement of ink, LaKeem honors the spirit of Black neighborhoods, where beauty and resilience live in the everyday. This piece is a reminder that our people hold a deep consciousness, a sentience shaped by history, faith, and lived experience. On Sunday Street, they are not just passing through. They are standing in their truth, carrying the stories of those who came before them.